Strong. Lovely smile. Looks like he doesn’t eat enough, or regularly enough. Long sandy brown hair, touselled. Brown eyes. Lots of laugh lines, but ...e looks tired and sad. Like he’s grinning in spite of everything life’s doing to him.’ ‘Mm. You like him?’ ‘He was sweet. Gentle. And he didn’t have to spare the time to walk me home.’ ‘What’s his name?’ ‘Connor. His surname is weird. Sanders or something.’ ‘American?’ ‘No, Brit.’ ‘What’s he do?’ ‘I didn’t think to ask. He’s a singer, sings in a. Looking up he stated, “I suggest that you increase your re-gen or I will also keep you out of the battle. That is unless you are afraid now?” Derrick cringed a bit from the shouting thoughts he received. “Good I am glad we are in agreement. As I said I suggest you increase re-gen, by what I see you can be done in an hour not three. Now then get it done or you WILL be back here when the battle starts. Good I am glad we understand each other.”Callie was startled when almost every ounce of power. Under these circumstances, I figured that I would try for a serious wound, rather than an outright killing shot. If the wounded man died of gangrene, I would be satisfied, but I did not want a head or heart shot, because that would be too easy a death for these bastards.I couldn't be sure of the leader, but he was certainly likely to be the first man in line, so he was the one I wanted to shoot first. I decided to settle for a gut shot, so I carefully lined up on his belly-button, figuring that. She was also slumping a bit having been dead tired because of not sleeping before boarding the bus and for walking 23 miles out of our village. She was sleeping deeply and probably didn't even remember that she was on a bus. Now her head had also slipped down almost to my stomach and her buttocks were slightly splayed, pushed behind further away from her body. Her ample ass had landed right in the lap of the old villager, who also seemed asleep. Almost everyone around us seemed to enjoy some.