Valasca: "Well? I am waiting. What do you think?"
MM: "huh? uh, what was the question?"
Valasca: "Come here." (gesturing for me) "I have something to share with you."
MM: (slowly move forward)
Valasca: "Yes, yes, that's right. I'm not going to hurt you..." (grasps my face in her hand and squeezes my cheeks together) "yet!" "Now, have I got your attention?"
MM: (attempt to nod my head, but its kind of hard what with her crushing my face and all)
Valasca: "Good." (Lets go of me) "Now. Who are you?"
MM: "Melissa, bard of..."
Valasca: "A bard eh? What is a bard doing fighting Centaurs?"
MM: "Well I wasn't exactly fighting them."
Amazon#2: "You can say that again." Tent fills with laughter.
Valasca: (waves off the laughter) "So Bard, what are you doing here?"
MM: "Well you see, I am kind of lost, and I...."
Valasca: "Lost? Here? In my Forest? No, that sounds just a little bit too convenient to me. Melissa, did you say. Hmmm. Why does that sound so familiar?" (disappears and rematerializes behind me) (whispers in my ear) "You wouldn't happen belong to a certain Blonde Goddess would you, Melissa?"
MM: "I am sure I don't know what you mean."
Valasca: (evil grin) "I am sure you do, little bard. Imagine that, Callisto with a bard. Well, she never was very original. Always trying to be just like that Warrior Princess, Xena."
Well I just couldn't take it any more, laughing at me was one thing, but comparing the Goddess to the Destroyer of Nations, well *that* was quite another. I lunged at Valasca and somehow I connected my fist with her jaw before I was brought down by a band of angry Amazons.
Valasca: (laughing) "Oh and your quite the little spitfire too, just like Gabrielle. I see why Callisto keeps you around." (backhands me)
Between you and me, there was quite a lot of power behind that slap. If it weren't for the two Amazon warriors holding me upright, I am sure I would have been sent sailing clear across the tent, as it was the three of us merely were forced to the floor in one big crumpled heap. Before the pain could really set in, Valasca reached down and pulled me to my feet, well actually, she pulled me up a bit higher than that, tho I suppose if I stretched really hard I could have reached the floor with the tip of my toes.
Valasca: "I'll bet you thought I was long dead by now, didn't you Bard." (gives my body a shake) "Well I'm not. I'm very much alive," (drops me to the ground) "very much immortal, and very much...a God." (shoots lightening out of her fingers.)
MM: (sitting up, wiping blood from my lip, force a smile) "Oh my, how terrifying. I suppose I am supposed to be quaking in my boots. Or would you prefer that I fall at your feet and beg you to spare me. Pah-lease. You forget Valasca, I worship the Goddess of Obsession. Your pathetic attempt at inspiring fear, makes me sick." (spit on her)
In retrospect, the spitting probably wasn't one of the wisest decisions I have ever made.
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