The helmet and chain mail were not shinny or gleaming but darker than black as if they absorbed all light. In low light they would appear as a shadow....The Shield was similar in appearance except for a grayish ring along the outer edge. His sword was not some flaming sword of righteousness or light but also as dark as his armor with a thin gray outline denoting the cutting edge. In dark or lowlight conditions it would be invisible. His one handed battleaxe was a different story. It was not. I still feel bad about it.It happened when she was about five months pregnant. Showing, but not showing too much yet.We had been invited to a party, and I made an ass of myself.I very rarely drink. Occasionally, Tom and I will have a drink from his private stock of scotch whiskey, but only one.At the party, I had had several drinks. I wasn’t drunk, but definitely feeling no pain.Of course you know Mindy is very small. She is only 5’2”, and still (when not pregnant) only weighs about a hundred. “No. I’ll be fine.”“You should stay in ours. It’ll be tight, but we’re all friendly here.” He gave her a smile that didn’t extend to his eyes.“I don’t think so.”“I wasn’t asking, girl.” His fake smile had faded.“You really don’t want to do this, Des.”“Course I do.” He reached for her arm.Before she could stop it, her second blessing flooded her body, and her hands began to glow with a pale white light. She thrust forward and hit Des’s leather breastplate with her palm. He staggered back,. They were smoking, of course. There were various onlookers to the game. At the bar there were about seven people of mixed gender and age. On the far wall there was a dart board, where several younger men were enjoying a game of darts. Dale couldn't get over how this country went nuts over the game of darts. It was a sport' that he was never really that good at. Behind the bar was a portly man sporting a beard and mustache. Dale thought to himself that the man looked rather jolly with.