" It only took a few seconds for the first arrow to strike the golem. Even as the arrow shattered on its stone skin, it was turning and had sighted th... archer that had fired. They never expected anything could move so fast.The fight lasted less than a minute as all the assassins attacked the golem after it had torn the head off the first archer. The final body count after the mess was cleaned up by the local druids, golem 14, killers zero. Once it was confirmed all the assassin targets were. She was a redhead about 5’2” and probably 85 pounds. A tiny lîttle thing. Cute lîttle B cup breasts and a lîttle but definitely noticeable ass. Her dog caught notice of me and came barking. “Bear! Get over here! Stop barking at the neighbor!”Once Bear got up to the fence he quickly went from scary bèast to friendly, hyper, attention loving dog. I never had a dog because our place was so small in California, but had definitely always wanted one. Bear got to the fence and you could quickly tell. Doug showed then how to smelt the tin and collect the liquid metal into ingots. They traded some ingots of low-quality tin for an atlatl. They promised the equivalent of one ton of tin for a crossbow. This would be enough tin to last Doug's People a very long time, since bronze is only 4-12% tin, and most of the applications they had for bronze were in the 4-6% range. Nevertheless, Doug wanted to accumulate as much tin as he could before the cold weather struck.Now that the arrangements were. His horse made things difficult by lowering his head and nudging his head to wake him up from the unusual nap he was taking in the middle of the deserted trail. He wanted to shout out and tell him to leave him be but that would defeat his purpose of playing possum.He heard the unmistakable jingle of spurs and the muffled tread of a horse's hooves descending the rise on the foothills side of the trail and he sensed the approach of a cautious back-shooter rather than actually seeing him. His.