She sneaked a quick peek under her out-stretched arm and saw to her satisfaction that he was starting to get a bulge against his zipper
. " She picked up her magazine from beside the lawn chair and started to read again, her eyes trying to drift shut in the heat.
. He roared out like a caged lion, the nordic battle cry. Arngeirr stood up straight, his face stained with blood, holding his bloodied great-sword in his right hand, his chest heaving as he huffed and puffed, watching as the Orc bandit clad in fur armour charged him in rage
She sneaked a quick peek under her out-stretched arm and saw to her satisfaction that he was starting to get a bulge against his zipper
. " She picked up her magazine from beside the lawn chair and started to read again, her eyes trying to drift shut in the heat.
. He roared out like a caged lion, the nordic battle cry. Arngeirr stood up straight, his face stained with blood, holding his bloodied great-sword in his right hand, his chest heaving as he huffed and puffed, watching as the Orc bandit clad in fur armour charged him in rage
She sneaked a quick peek under her out-stretched arm and saw to her satisfaction that he was starting to get a bulge against his zipper
. " She picked up her magazine from beside the lawn chair and started to read again, her eyes trying to drift shut in the heat.
. He roared out like a caged lion, the nordic battle cry. Arngeirr stood up straight, his face stained with blood, holding his bloodied great-sword in his right hand, his chest heaving as he huffed and puffed, watching as the Orc bandit clad in fur armour charged him in rage
