long-range recon patrol

        The Avenging Angel let the arrow fly. Its three-bladed tip gave it the spin of a drill, sending it almost as accurately as a Winchester slug. It stabbed Cherry Blossom in the left breast and stopped her heart. She slumped to the earth with a silent gush. Leah screamed a gross complaint to her Heavenly Father. Without a thought to flee, she knelt beside her dear friend.
        "Blasphemous whore!" He unsheathed his Bowie knife.
        Eyes red as Satan's sores, he advanced upon his prey.
        Observing all of this was Ernie the Lurp, invisible to all mankind. Trained for long-range recon patrol in Vietnam, he was now a Force of Nature. A deadly elemental. Existing in the arboral purgatory of Oregon's primordal rainforest. His heart turned to stone the moment he saw Cherry Blossom die. Two years of unrequitted love, negated.
         He unsheathed his freshly oiled K-bar knife and clamped it in his teeth. And before the Avenging Angel had breathed a dozen times, the Lurp was nigh.
         Leah stood up, issuing blood from her vagina. Like an Amazon, she held her ground.
         "I'm gonna gut you!"
         She hissed, "God will not allow it. GOD WILL NOT ALLOW IT!"
         And it came to pass. As scripture would say.
        
        

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         Ernie had never seen so much blood come from a woman.
         He entered Leah's world from his green dimension. The K-bar glinted in the foliage. Ernie pounced, the skin of his arm the color of a toad. She was not certain of what had suddenly appeared. An apelike man in jungle cammos seemed to arise like a cobra and strike without hesitation, cutting off the devil's head.
          Leah swooned, ashen-faced and frothy of drool.
          "Peace, little sister."