I13DT - In The Grip Of An English Winter

[Allison Rogers]

Allison walked up behind him, "Let me have the sword, Stanton." She reached for the hilt which was still protruding from him. "I've been stabbed with the damn thing, I know what it's doing to you."

[Will Stanton]

"Taaaaaakkkkkkkkkkke it." Will managed to spit out.

[Allison Rogers]

Allison grabbed the hilt of the sword and, as gently as she could manage, wrenched it free. Warmth immediately began to return to Will's core, but it would definitely take a bit to thaw out.

[Will Stanton]

"Oh nnnn-n-n--no, a p-p-p-p-popsicle without his st-st-st-ick.

G-g-g-g-good to see you, M-m-m-m-m-m-ms. Rogers."

[Graham Jaeger]

Graham grimaced as he pried the dead wolf's jaws off his leg and and made sure the fight was over before examining his wound. He cursed his lack of a belt but luckily his regeneration, though weak, would keep him from bleeding out. He limped for the others.

[Deirdre Quinn]

"That a souvenir, then?" She asks Allison.

[Allison Rogers]

"Good to be seen," she said, before turning to answer Dee, "Not a chance." She drove it blade first into ground all the way to the hilt. The ground around the hilt froze. "Nasty thing."