They're the Living Gods, the hope for mankind in defending against the demons. Like your foul Lilith!"I stiffened. "My Goddess just wants to liberate ...omen from the oppression of men! We are not objects to be used and discarded at their whims! We're smarter, more compassionate, more loving! We're not violent, we wouldn't cause war and suffering!"She snorted a laugh. "Trust me, women can be just as violent, oppressive, and harmful as men."There was no talking to this bimbo, and I turned my back. ’ ‘Fatso’s off sick,’ Dillon, one of the young employees who worked in the shipping department, said with a smirk. ‘Chubby Tubby…’ He was a cocksure, good-looking young man with a sneering voice. March gave him a withering look and the young man’s smirk faded from his face. March could get very angry, as everyone in the firm knew, and especially when it came to a lack of courtesy, he was never amused. He ran his business along the same lines as his father before him, somewhat old-fashioned. With the A1 motorway relatively quiet, he lit a cigarette, turned the volume up on the radio and listened to James Taylor singing ‘Fire and Rain.’ It was only six-thirty in the evening and the hotel bar was already filling with locals and strangers, catching a quick drink before heading to Old Trafford to watch the match, others pulling up stools at the bar, content to watch the game on the television. “I think we should pretend to be Manchester United supporters for one night. The last. Arrows. Okay." He fumbled through his pack, coming out with several handfuls of bandages and some poultices, as well as something that looked like a pair of plyers. "Can you hold him? This is going to hurt." I don't think he'll notice. He didn't even twitch when he was hit." All the same I wrapped my arms carefully around his chest, pinning his own arms to his sides. "I think one punctured his lung. He's got blood in his mouth." Got it." Anders snapped the end off the arrow in the front of his.