pensiveAfter a week I knew she wasn't coming back. I didn't have a magic sword hidden in my closet, but I did have a .44. I headed straight for the back alleys and abandoned warehouses. Battlefields away from mundane eyes, so nobody could see what shared their world. The orcs were back, and I was sure they had killed my girlfriend.
The gang of orcs surrounded me in seconds. One of them swings a spiked mace at my head and I blew his brains out without thinking. Another narrowly missed with a rusty sword. Behind me, I heard the death rattle of another orc, and her beautiful voice.
"Don't just stand there, kill something."
So I did.
We fought together from that day. We married after the war, our crest a crossed gun and a sword. Knights together.
