Amarth

Amarth's face instantly turned red. He stood stunned for a moment with the beautiful woman in his arms. The trance was broken by Matt's chuckling. When he heard it, he snapped to and forcefully (so as to still look tough) brought her back to her feet.

Amarth - "Stay off me you foolish woman!"

With that he stormed off feeling a burning rage fuelled by his embarrasment.

Matt - "Aw. Cmoln Amarth. I thot you made a cewte cupple."

Matt was hit square in the forehead by a rock travelling with the speed of a bullet. The blow sent him to the ground.

Matt - "Ouch."

Matt sat up and fingered the spot where Amarth had hit him and chuckled a little. With a lot of effort he managed to return to his feet (though it was a shakey return, he looked as though he may fall again at any moment between the alcohol and the blow to the head). He saw Amarth still stomping off into the dark woods. Matt turned to the beatiful warriors next to him.

Matt - "Fergut hm. Any of you betful gals can fll into my arrrrrms any time."

With that, he held out his arms with a stupid drunken grin on his face. A moment later, he began to teeter and started to fall forwards.

Meanwhile Eldaire and Heero were sleeping peacefully in their tent. That is, until they were awoken by a fumingly angry Amarth stomping outside their tent. That was not unusual though, and they both returned to sleep. Amarth made his way to his own tent and went to sleep himself. The forest was only a few trees short after his stress relieving workout before bed.