<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Ashley Browley</span></strong> with Alfreic Slate in the woods</span><br/><br/>Following Slate, Ashley called, "Wait a moment oh furious lover,"  then grinning added, "that's what I will call you, "<span class="bbc_u">Fury</span>, as it suits both your name and the way you make love."  Ignoring the look on Slate's face, she went on to state, "What weapon could I yield?  I know little of weapondry." she scoffed.<br/><br/>It was then that a coldness crept along Ashley's spine, and standing there in the clearing where the Falcovian soldiers fell at Slate's hands, a horrid vision crossed her visage once again; and standing there motionless,  a silent scream distorted her features.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;"><strong> MOVING BACK TO THE MAIN THREAD</strong></span>