<strong>Throckbottle ~ Two annoying reversals of luck</strong><br/><br/>Throckbottle wasn’t use to this. In the place of adoration and fan frenzy stood Evie and her accusing finger pointed at his chest. He didn’t deserve this. He had saved them from the brutes upstairs and for all his efforts he got a challenge from a butt broke bitch and her harem side kick. This challenge wasn’t something he could easily over look.<br/><br/>Humphrey wasn’t exactly sure how to proceed from here. There wasn’t exactly a manual on  handling difficult situations, was there. Weighing his options if he did hit her she would be wearing marks when Tarzan and King Kong showed back up. There might be a small scuffle where he won hands down. There might be nothing, the girl might back down.<br/><br/>He gave Evie a measure glance. His glance took in Madison as well. Was that a come-on-I-can take-you smirk on her face?<br/><br/>He was about to go back and contemplate the very slim possibility of a small scuffle when he was rudely interrupted.<br/><br/>A long thick muscled arm reached out and snagged Evie by the hair. The arm led to the body of a Norwegian, big built and blonde. Not the standard Viking type but a down scale of the same.<br/><br/>“Faen I Helvete!” [roughly;  fucking hell]<br/><br/>It was then that Madison was grab in much the same way by someone who could have been a stand in for a german type including the tight mustache.<br/><br/>Humphrey looked around at six of them and groaned. The bag at his mouth puffed out. It was crushed in the hand of one of the six. Unluckily, one who did not have his hands full with a slave.<br/><br/>“Vere are day? Mine slaves ist missigh? What have you done with them?” Red headed and shorter but not by much, asked.<br/><br/>“They aren’t with you?” Humphrey declared his eyes wide in innocence.<br/><br/>