CHAPTER 14.
Young President Donald trump noticed them, in General, and so obvious uncertainty. Another warrior boy-the President knocked out a cunning reception, at first as if you punch the side, but the leg comes back and the heel enters the chin of the enemy. And the one that crunches the jaw, teeth flying. Are they stopping? The hell! It will not be immediately, but only after you lost consciousness subside on the stone.
Emmanuel screams like a real hockey player:
- Puck! Puck! Goal!
Donald trump sees before him soldiers with magic, special miraculously preserved on the outskirts of Europe, despite all the dominance of the Inquisition.
However, is this the medieval Europe? It's some kind of alternate, parallel world.
The eternal boy President cried out:
- Christianity in the faith against the war, but most of all howl under the banner of the Christian faith!
Emmanuel is also fervently exclaimed:
- War is like playing with marked cards, only winning is always sprinkled with tears!
Donald trump feels like a speeding scooter.
Don't get a second turn, she will spread them, count "patsaks" immediately! And if they did, how long would they be able to survive under the shield of arcane doping?
The boy President draws in his stomach and plays with the muscles of the press. His muscular body glistens with a mixture of sweat and blood, as if oiled.
Main warlock, muttering to himself and making passes with his hands. From which emerges a sparkling haze. The boy President is also not simple. Picked up and moved to a cold calculated move. Another rushes with daggers...
Emmanuel even flinched and turned pale...
Clever, caught the bastard, even pereselilsya across the back. Samples with a hysterical cry of attack, throwing the weapon. Here during the next played flip, and gets a foot in the forehead. So more forward, so that the helmet ulibaetsa, and bone sadness! On the move not give the kid-President to be bored. Well? Now he has become a really cool giant. Although there is no need to pick up scattered along the way weapons, but why not make the battle more interesting. After all, many millions of people think the world is very trivial.
Especially in the twenty-first century, when little depends on the human factor in the war - fighting computers.
The world is unpredictable to the point of banality, but trivial is calculated!
The boy President wiped the blood on the child's face, but this one only pinched his cheek.
Well still in the middle ages not too allowed to fight women. But will, perhaps, and such have them battlefield. Here is the first real combat friend was, in fact, the sister and the mother of his dreams Emmanuel... Even a few chores, it becomes suddenly they did, and remain children? Of course, in the hands of forces with surplus lack.
He's only a boy, but in reality the terminator.
But the meanness of the enemies too, as the sand in the desert...
The boy President rubbed a scratch on his muscular chest. Well, his muscles are so hard that the blade they could not break through.
Here's some mercenary Saracens, breaking the rules, jumping with swords in the arena. Begins frantically to turn and then SLI the release of boomerang with blades. But Donald trump is unstoppable: the swastika with razor blades was not so well thrown, the boy catches her slightly true, cropped fingers deadly legs. And throws back... The brown face of a mercenary Saracens brutally and warps it with a cry rushes away. But the boomerang in the form of a five-pointed swastika inexorably overtakes him.
Very clever boy-the President lays bare foot, there are already a lot of practice.
At some point, the Arab seemed to be able to leave, throwing weapons went a little to the side. He has managed to squeeze out: Allahu Akbar! But the boomerang, if devoid of inertia will discole of isomeren, turned to the left. And great burst the aorta gushing red blood, forcing out the hapless mercenary.
Donald trump hissed like a Fox crushing a chicken.
However, even symbolic, to die like a believer from who is considered a Saint or a demon.
And shone in the sky eternal okolicu winked.
President-boy trump mechanically and correctly-three Arctic foxes crossed himself.
However, immediately thinking that it may be better to appeal to the gods Emmanuel.
Then was attacked by another of the knights, is not known however, what he had hoped. And earlier Donald trump did not give a reason to underestimate himself. Here is his counterpart, it seems, decided to use the miracle Mace. Even stood on all fours, or rather to crawl. And another Egyptian mercenary tried to divert the attention of young popdance-President. Started a new topic and began to make obscene gestures.
Emmanuel showed him fingers, barefoot, girl feet - Fig!
The boy-President trump threw a sharp stone at him, choosing a heavier one and picking up the projectile with his fingers crimson from the blood of his leg. The punch knocked the Saracen eyes, and a painful shock disconnected consciousness.
Yes, it's a real flying kamikaze ninjas!
Emmanuel clapped her hands in admiration. One of the warriors supported. But the other knights remained silent.
Donald trump felt threatened and slightly hooked.
That's the saboteur in armor picked up the hilt, feeling the throbbing in Mace magic.
But the boy-President was faster than the stinging of a Viper.
And then the blow on the head, the helmet flew off, and drenched with the blood of the knight was quiet.
Donald trump even more okawville and it cut the skin a nasty itch. But nothing the end of competitions is close.
Here are two more of the surviving fighter and the pair arrived rather rushed, and fairly panting to the rescue, in this case as dead a poultice of the Saracens.
The boy-President trump gathered in his fist all his hatred. He threw the dagger, and although oholic deviated, the blade managed to scratch a muscular shoulder.
Donald trump went back on the enemy a cascade of flip - say, will crush the enemies of rabbits.
And so all the skin forever young wolf wounded.
Standing to the right of the Saracens did not have time for a crossbow, as it pierced through the abandoned sword. And the second wrong, Donald trump was hit with a foot so that the push came down on the naked swords of the guards. With a slap, flesh broke and blood began to flow. Broken Vorpal of popdance Saracens were lucky died instantly. But someone impaled on swords you can even be sorry, as cute writhing, and bleeding crimson...
Emmanuel even at the angelic face portrayed a semblance of sympathy.
Donald trump whistling said:
- Human blood is not water-from time to time does not go out, from watering the crop burns out, thirst only inflames, but still the human race sheds!
Oholic winced, the cut on her shoulder ached and bled. The scarlet liquid mixed with sweat, and pinched numerous scratches on the muscular body of the eternal lad.
Emmanuel: to perform the yells at full throat the boy-President:
- So what you became! Finish them!
And in a rage, she pressed her bare, round heel into the gravel.
Donald trump regretted counterpart, which stunned so much that even made attempts to lift swords when the cool kid, the President had a kick with both feet jumping and stretching while the crowed, breaking the jaw.
Forever so young warrior yelled his head off:
- I'm not Claude Vandam! But would still double blow!
But the enemy did not want to calm down.
Apparently decided against him to fight to the end. And from the last four foes breathed special combat magic. Even the druid grumbled. And shaking a talisman, hoping to create a special kind of magmatite.
Emmanuel made a warning gesture.:
- Like, be my friend careful!
Sneaky Donald trump decided that he would not hurt to arm himself! All the more from opponents too perishing much force has become come, even in the air there was the smell ozone.
Emmanuel confirms it, too. He nods his head and has long, Golden hair.
We must take the Mace so he will take it. He's a warrior, not a bloody Murlo. Or as they say in the courtyard: kid, not a Schmuck podzabornaya. What's the problem? In a strong security magic that makes pass agility and strength of the heroic incarnation.
The boy-President trump collected in the hands of force.
But the magic Mace is not too submissive, is not given in the downed and tattered fingers.
There is a feeling of accumulated fatigue, pain from cuts and blood loss, even such a young, immature body of the great knight-President.
And in his head not quite to the place and time, getting various philosophical arguments. But why, in the dream, where time and space so much is relative, I do not understand what's real and what's a Mirage and not to talk about world issues.
In particular it is permissible serfdom in Russia.
There is a Pahari from the Genus, and Vice versa born warriors they all deserve respect. Was even born the most beautiful aphorism; If the rear is useless, will not help the martial ardour, but if the heat is not - the rear will go to the enemy in the afternoon.
A good quote! And the heat needed and the heat! The catch phrase was born in the head of the eternal boy-President.
But at all times the leading force giving the victory was the rear. And the American army began to win over the Japanese after the creation of the appropriate material and technical base. Although cost this America, and especially its farming very even nice.
But defeated the Nazis and the Japanese at the time. With their strongest and most advanced technique.
Donald trump estimated by eye the chances of four or rather five. In their Arsenal was added to four short, and perhaps too enchanted spears, a few shields, a three-headed Mace, and two large but still poluchivshij, the ability for mental orders the owner to bend the sword. All together, this is dangerous, as magaziny charge. Something that could not only scare! And trample anyone.
Emmanuel makes a gesture: they say, do not dream, and do not catch fleas!
The boy-President trump, philosophizing further, said:
- This battle quite not the first, but... The first pancake can also leave a lump, and the first fight only a victory as otherwise, it not the first, and only!
Emmanuel ran her hand down her throat. Chiseled toes naked girls legs nervously crushed the grass.
- Maybe the young demiurge you will end up punished? Almost with hope, seeing the fluctuations of the boys-President, said the Baron. Others only looked around, hoping for a favorable force majeure. Or maybe a sudden help, a lucky lottery ticket. Not bad to use and clever fraud. Like, for example, the fifth ACE in one deck, or hidden under the visor of the Joker cap.
Suddenly it was cold, as if blown from the North pole.
To them and actually walked up the fifth card and it was a woman, and is so big that it always lured the young man or eunuch without a beard.
Donald trump felt uncomfortable. All the more breath have the young boys became heavy, relief muscle ached from fatigue.
In this case, the giant, of course, were not even in the minority, and the singular. With heavy footsteps, but at the same time, breathing calmly, Marquis demon Madame de Starinovskaya reminded that what is so obvious:
In front of us, barefooted, the scarred sucker, but against the best soldiers in the world!
Donald felt a surge of anger after that.
Warlock-druid hoarsely croaked:
Is a good sucker... Laid a whole squad of decent, selected soldiers. I wish I could be that yellow!
The boy President winked back and spread his legs wider.
- We're five against the baby! Resented by the mighty Marquis.
Emmanuel shook her head and squeaked.:
- This child will give you a head start!
Giant, shivering, and jerking shoulders, said:
So what? This is exactly the case when appearance is only misleading. "There are those who have already fallen, too, was not less than fifty, or rather a whole hundred! Where are the falcons now? Lucky guys with moans crawl away from the crimson lists.
The huge woman radiated anger.
The boy-President Donald, as if confirming the words, did not even look back, with a wave of his left hand forced to let the bloody bubbles of another Saracen.
Emmanuel could barely contain myself to not to jump into the fray.
- And because I squirm, Suddenly began to instruct belligerent know-it-all warlock-druid, - that the pound of raisins did not put of the opponent.
Queen-a girl shouted:
- He's Superman!
The boy-President trump was attacked by another mercenary, this time from among the Mongols. He tried to shoot the kid with a bow. The boy-President, moving away from the first two arrows, caught a third hand and forced the enemy to take the tip in the throat.
Then he put his Shin with a turn, finished off another savage.
But the giant Baron continued, which seemed strange to such a large man, to insist.:
- Yes I - it is ready to revalue and from Holy angel award winning. No desire to die in the Prime of life, or even worse maimed.
Emmanuel, mocking, showed language: pier, it is not given to you!
The Marquise whistled through her nostrils and shook her head.
And her neck is like a Buffalo....
- No, calico comrade! - Firmly and categorically exclaimed the General. - We after all here the most strong the magical loaded have picked up. The General sniffed. - That's what we decided!
Emmanuel made a sign to her husband, saying, do not let yourself talk.
For him, the arrogant General, he graduated from the Castilian count:
- That's it we will tcolorbutton, our Holy cherub.
The boy-President has shown in response to the fist.
The General asked again:
- Well, do you agree?
The giant Marchioness nodded, and turned her head.
Instead of answering, the count thrust his sword into the ground and immediately pulled it out, making a caricatured brutal face.
Emmanuel gagged himself with his fist mouth so deafening not to laugh.
The Marquis and magician said angry inhuman growl, and Baron remained nothing how to assure:
"Cowardice is the exact opposite of caution, since the first curve leads to a broken trough, and such a place is too damp to feel safe!
Girl-Emmanuelle Queen squeaked, holding myself on the chin:
- Safe as a worm!
The Marquise grunted.:
- Oh, no pathos, no pompous phrases!
It was hard to believe, though.
- Yes, I can also without unnecessary tinsel. I'm just not going to give in! The Baron pointed with his fist to his chest.
Donald trump frowned, preparing for a decisive battle.
The Marquise gave short orders. ;
Okay, children of the hare! We then reach the diamond-shaped support reserve and take a defensive position. The giant woman lowered her eyelids and explained. - On the one hand, we use the strong point as an additional protection from its rapid movements, and on the other, we will be securely covered by the wall of the tribune.
The boy-President Trump was not afraid at all, he only rubbed his itchy, wounded shoulder.
The count clicked his tongue with pleasure.:
What an idea! Here the dummy is such a surprise....
Emmanuel made a sign: we are not fools! And with her bare toes, she crushed a dung beetle.
This maneuver apparently a very skilled warrior from a noble family. The boy-President Donald Trump to the extreme howling fire siren did not come to the interior. Approaching a close-knit group of defenders, the blond boy and the us President-terminator gave:
Who selinitsa hedgehog, he will go to consumption as a sexual brush!
All anything, its cut heel - foot pain. But he is a warrior of a great Empire.
And just a little bit closer, fifty feet from them. Young hero-President some, albeit brief time studying the material and bristling with magical means line of defense. Searching for the Achilles ' heel and choosing the right moment to strike.
Wow, whining his children's veins, and the shackles he rubbed up blood ankles.
Young body warrior Donald trump pondered. He wanted to finish faster, but also to provide for different, and cunning, sophisticated.
After all, there is quite a difficult team gathered.
In any case, to overload themselves with weapons should not be, but naked to attack dumb.
He's a man it's time to have even grandchildren, and great grandchildren, turned into a snot rod.
Making a flip boy-President trump grumbled:
- Win always it is difficult, even foolish enemy - ease comes only, when celebrate victory of reason!
Beautiful Emmanuelle whispered, loud enough for his keen ear caught ogolna:
You're perfect! Kick me in the groin with your bare heel!
And then came the final passage of the General, is able to see God's judgment of the battle. The only stunted and thin the attacking warrior, remembered films about various gurus. The young warrior-President, imitating the Eastern school of martial arts, took a few special breaths, catching up in the blood as much as possible bioplasm and oxygen. Spent hard, a child's sole to cover, choosing the stones to go for the gusto, so that's rubdowns and jet pulled away like a frenzied boar. Hung like bunches of grapes with weapons, the five protectors immediately moved, slightly changing the position of the massive trained bodies and increasing the emphasis of the legs. Mighty Marquis very deftly and hurled a short spear.
She's a woman made of muscle.
Cool Donald trump saw it coming. The boy President did not even move to the side, and the momentum did not allow such a maneuver. Therefore, it is elementary repulsed with heavy sharp like a shard of a diamond-tipped projectile exhibited across the hilt of the sword. Weapons are slightly deviated down and flew between like twisted wire legs terminator-popdance. Automatically Donald trump estimated force, accuracy and prudence of a throw.
Yes, this is probably the most dangerous of the enemies.
And sweat opponents have proceeded plentifully, in spite of supportive magic. The boy-President trump, seemingly returning his sword to its original place, at the same time with which the account barefoot jump brought a sinewy hand far to the left. Creating a false target by opening your right side completely. The famous General fleetingly as a flash of a hail outside the window, regretted that he did not dare to throw a spear at this moment, and in the next second the famous commander, who was in trouble worthy of the series, first dropped out of the protective row.
Because the boy President trump wound up his relief with a triangular bicep arm far to the left for an elementary swing. The second sword flew like a disc launched from a ship's crossbow, struck the General on the ankles and cut him like a sickle millet.
Emmanuel, shaking her Golden hair, squealed:
That's them!
Donald snapped.:
- Opening an account in the Bank crave addition, opening an account broken enemies, you want to decrease, but the gain in any case depends on the calculating savvy!
Girl and a starry Queen-in-one bellowed:
- More deeds, less words!
And friends were fierce. It was over the fallen General, unceremoniously trampling his body with forged red gold boots, and slipped, turning heavy weapons, the Marquise of Demons. She made a furious attempt to overwhelm golopuz, but still has repeatedly wounded the boy Donald. The lady has violated the plan, yielding some frenzied fury of a Panther. In addition, she herself imitating the boy tried to move the enemy with a boot. And she has a Shoe with a steel sole and pointed like a dagger.
Not like this barefoot, scratched boy.
But Donald trump-style Aikido pushed onezero warrior. So he lost his balance, with a big head helmet flew off, loosened hair blazed like a flame torch. While the Marquis de Plusi Belier ( this is irony, Angelica was not as healthy and skilful in military Affairs, although shot and good!) with gusto took a massive handle of the sword in the red-orange head. The beast woman tried unsuccessfully to hold the elusive thread of consciousness, got a knee in her temple, and fell to the ground like a gutta-percha doll, a puppet theater.
Emmanuel, squealed:
- Go peck their kite!
Donald trump said with a sigh:
- In the bed Department, the man must take the initiative, even if it is necessary to lay the enemy in the underworld!
Yes good oholic, Cheetah with swords.
The rest is still up three apologist for war magic spun around and barked:
"Death is not an old woman with a rusty scythe, but a passionate maiden with a gold braid, who is waiting for a guy with impatience, never to be late with a date, and his marriage will end with the most hopeless need! That's just shy away from it!
It sounds beautiful, but we also need the speed of the blades.
Soldiers, giving wisdom patter, tried to repel a new attack, but got right above the knee Russian sword, cut the tendons, forced the Baron to sit down in pain, lowering his hand with a shield. Here the boy-President Donald trump remembering the Boxing film( the top of the forehead is the strongest place in the skull!), and in the next moment of chin military opponent knocked all the spirit grochowska a little higher cover plate housing the head of the kid-terminator.
Emmanuel scared screamed,.
Have the most young warrior sparkled in the eyes of. Giant Baron staggered, clumsily enough fingers for air, vomited blood and became like a flat tire, fell back.
Emmanuel breathed a sigh of relief:
- The head is scrap!
The young warrior trump couldn't resist the giggles and gags:
Usually the expression to work the head has a figurative meaning, but unfortunately the term head is scrap, as a rule, literally!
And then the bare-headed President winced, stepping on the sharp edge of the metal with his bare sole.
The count hurled at the boy-President of the dagger, but then, bare toes catching the children's feet, blasted back, but an experienced warrior has shifted, the tip only slightly nagrubili armor, rastoropov to small blood skin. But the shock of the throw forced the warrior to fall to the side, temporarily inoperative.
Emmanuel shouted.:
Be like Tyson!
The druid warlock who had been taken to the fight had seriously cast spells that turned the air around the attacking boy President into jelly. And he on the contrary has accelerated sharply. Yes, seems really contrived to cut the lacing in all okolicu head.
Magic was moving sorcerer is like the flight of a bullet.
But Donald trump, with difficulty overcoming the resistance of the air, a little (good growth is small!) set down under ten sirens howling sword and rushed with their kladentsom in the attack on the lower level. A cunning deceptive maneuver, like a young terminator, intended to cut. What to cut?
For a moment, kid-terminator flustered.
Yes, the hooves of a druid sorcerer, shod in outlandish shoes with oddly turned up socks. The sorcerer took advantage of this and was about to slash the blade on the back of the opponent's head, when he directly into the visor buried the handle of the same enchanted Mace. As for the media virtually weightless does not interfere with aggressive popdance to move, being secure of Donald trump at the waist.
Emmanuel whistled and stamped her bare, graceful foot with delight.
Blinded by pain and blood from his broken teeth, the warlock staggered back. That's a heavy Mace, so the acceleration punched the enemy for "head". At the druid from behind and nostrils blood rushed, he collapsed on his knees and with a groan tried to tear off from the head of the crumpled helmet. Donald the passion put to an evil mage blade in the eye, triggering the killer instinct.
Well - war is war... Any man, that warrior is born!
One last, this time really the last enemy.
The boy President trump took a deep breath. Blood and sweat, dripping, veins swollen with tension and ringing.
By that time the Count had stopped his staggering and even bent forward, as if looking for the eyes of his offender. Then jumped on the enemy, waving like wings mills two. But this time Donald without unnecessary hardship moved attacker between the eyes with a magic Mace. A crushing blow plunged a relatively young, but formidable opponent trampled gravel.
Well is this the end of... the muscle cramps from fatigue.
And there was a dead silence. Interrupted only by the heavy groans of the wounded. And young Donald trump's body suddenly, which, however, is not surprising felt terrible fatigue. The swords were heavy and the boy President put their ends on the ground... The soul is a mixture of joy and you win and mutnosti - so many people are crippled and killed.
And the young body is so exhausted and tormented, as if a column of tanks passed over you.
Finally the heir to the throne was up with the government of the Lodge, and solemnly declared:
- Heavenly justice has been done. Donald trump the Undefeated has won! And therefore we take on the obligations assumed in advance and, now this earth by the will of the Lord should be buried the United States of America, becomes the property of the Space, maiden Empire!
Donald trump was breathing heavily, and barely kept on his feet. With an effort of will, the boy President squared his shoulders and protruded his scratched, muscular chest.
The audience clapped, beat their hands feebly alone, while others zealously... Especially trying a little bit crazy-Queen Emmanuel. Still would phenomenal the American Empire proved saved from death. It remains only to put the United States finally on its feet.
Yes, they could not foresee everything!
But she sooner or later with their witch-rodnoverie will. And the United States will be back on its feet again.
