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with the celestial rounds.  She really loved firearms.
    She gave me a show, letting my eyes linger on that toned legs of her and she freed the gun from confinement.  The naughty girl even slowly put her skirt back down, but not before giving me a peek of the fact she was going commando.  How was she not freezing?  Looking at her nipples, I saw at least something was reacting to the cold.
    My concentration was brought back to reality by the bull-man.  Balrog didn’t even try to sneak up on us.  The King of the Minotaurs stomped right down the two lane highway, hoof marks digging into the pavement with each lumbering step.  Power (where had I felt this aura before?) oozed off of him, nothing like I remember.  This wasn’t the same guy I used to pal around with, he was much more dangerous.
    He didn’t even give two shits about my companions; he only was out for me.  That much was obvious by the hate he registered at my presence.  “Death, it has been far too long.”
    The sneer in his voice should’ve produced a little bit of worry, but you know me.  “I don’t remember you smelling this bad?  Did you always roll around in shit before?”
    My verbal jab wasn’t even dignified.  “I must say your spawn makes much better company than you.  Though it could be for our mutual hate of you as he certainly does detest you.”
    I was careful not to take the bait and attack recklessly.  “It must really suck not to make friends the old fashioned way, social media or just by saying hi to people.  I guess when you’re an ugly fuckwad like yourself, kidnapping and brainwashing are the only ways it happens.”
    Steam billowed from his nose, the cold reacting to the hot demon breathe.  “I could kill all three of you and not even be late for dinner, yet my orders are not to engage.”  The large mace sitting on his shoulder probably weighed as much as Jacar, who was not a small demon.
    Roxanne jumped into the friendly, little conversation we were having.  “You tell my bitch of a daughter that I’ve got no plans to kill her slowly. I want to relish it, by ripping her intestines out inch by inch while she’s still alive!”
    That was quite the threat, one most would’ve at least acknowledged.  Balrog barely gave Roxanne a glance, which really set her off.  “Learn to control your sex dolls.”  Oh Almighty, why was he doing this to me?  “It is most unruly how you let her speak so freely.”
    “You best shut your mouth you fucking inbred cow!”  I looked over at Jacar who came over and physically restrained her.  She how enough leverage though and fired off a round at Balrog.  The shot was a bit high, grazing the top of his head.  Like a total badass, he never even flinched.
    “As I was saying, my intentions are not to engage in combat, yet make sure you make it to the Gulag in one piece.  Once there, then the real trials will begin.”
    “Where’s Jacoby?”
    The Minotaur started laughing at me, which pissed me off greatly.  “He’s waiting for you at the end of this journey.  Trust me; your son wants to see you more than you want to see him.”
    Nice, real nice.  Knowing that this standoff was over, he stomped off into the forest, leaving the three of us shivering in the cold.  What really grinded my gears was he made his point and got the last word in.  No one gets the last word over me!  Well, they do, but not often and I don’t like it when it happens.
    When the three of us were back to driving, “Fuck Grimm, why didn’t we kill the stupid son of a bitch?  There are three of us and only one of him.”
    “Roxanne, while I’m glad your counting skills are still top notch, Balrog is no pushover.”  Listen, I know I’ve killed Arch-Demons and made it look easy, but something about the Minotaur seemed really different this time.  “Strange magic was wrapped all around him.”
    Jacar leaned forward.  “I noticed it too.  No minor demon, not even Balrog, should be covered in