Charon propped herself up on one elbow and stared deeply into Kizmats eyes.

"I'd like to chop that babeh into little pieces and feed it to Seer on the end of a nail fired from the nastiest nailgun from my collection."

Kizmat raised an eyebrow.

"You have a collection?"

Charon grinned slyly.

"Of course I do, where did you think they all came from exactly?"

Kizmat pushed her hair away from her face and traced a finger down the entire length of her body. He grinned seductively.

"I just thought they appeared when you needed one."

Charon laughed and punched him playfully in the chest.
"You lying sod."

She looked at him thoughtfully now.

"Seriously though, where the hell do we start with this mess? I could ask the Shadow Realm for more help?"

Kizmat appeared to be thinking through the problem him self, that is until he grabbed Charons face gently between his hands, stuck out his tongue and rolled over on top of her.....