In the meantime, the son Alexander was thinking of, was busy plunging through the woods on horseback, riding forward and never stopping for a second.
Dammit!
Daniel felt ashamed to be fleeing with his balls between his legs.
Well, that should be corrected.
After a swift and crude surgery by one of the local Caronian healers forced at sword-point, Daniel now had only one ball in his sac, thus the reason why he constantly leaned to his left.
It was such a painful and awkward feeling that made him wish he could wind back the hands of time and slice off Santa's neck when he had the chance.
His center of gravity had shifted which also made his attacks shift by several inches.
He could see that even when shooting an arrow, he was always off the mark by a few inches to his left.
