Apache helicopter vs. Dragon!

This Army video says their Apache helicopter would win against a dragon. Suffer the Witch Chronicles say otherwise! ;)

Suffer the Witch 3, Age of the Fire Dragon

I flew back to the rooftop.  One final helicopter had taken flight.  I could see that it was packed with military brass and top government officials; including the one I sought the most.  It was time for President Kutchkya to meet his maker.        

I hovered directly in front of the helicopter.  Several soldiers rushed the cockpit and started firing at me, bursting out the cockpit window with their spray of bullets.  I refused to budge.

   

The pilot fired his payload of heat seeking missiles.  They exploded into me, which only made me stronger.  The chopper veered to the left.  I followed it, staying in front of it the entire time.  It dive bombed.  I stayed with it.  It shot upwards.  I stayed with it.  It couldn’t shake me. 

I was a killing spree ready to happen, a disaster ready to strike, and I did strike.  I blew a long stream of fire into the cockpit and laughed as the men aboard roasted alive.  I then turned away from the burning chopper, which was now spinning around uncontrollably.  I spun and swatted the chopper with my tail.  It flew through the sky like a fiery homerun belted by a demonic slugger, before it exploded into a confetti of fiery bits.  The Russian president and his entourage were dead.

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A fan's letter to Paul DeThroe

Had to share this note I received from a fan, J.L.!

You have kind of a MARGARETatwood-trait, it seems to me; or a SHERI S.Tepper WORLDfolk-tale book; You take these HUGE/UNIVERSALconcepts, and simplify them; with witty dialogues; and sentence-structure cadences that flow like music; which keeps those pages turning for me.... I'm always wondering how many heroes you can create; the anti-heroes are most interesting to me....but you play with such stereotypes very deftly....SORRY, I think too much; That's my big thought for the day... 

STW 3 excerpt: The End of Sir Giovalde

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“Here,” the colonel reached on his desk, grabbed the shiny black rock and tossed it to me.  “This is all that remains of him.  He was crushed like a tin can in an experiment with a machine that compresses coal into diamonds.”

I caught the stone and stood there dumbfounded for a second before totally losing my mind.  I screamed in emotional agony as I stared at the rock.  It was my fault that he had died.  If I’d only listened to him about not trusting the boy that betrayed us, none of this would have ever happened.

     

The colonel looked at me strangely, unable to comprehend my outburst.  I, in turn, gazed at him with murder on my mind.  He’d killed my best friend, my mentor, my advisor, my greatest champion.  I could no longer control my actions. 

I hauled my arm back, transformed to into knight form and hurled the stone at the man.  It hit him with such force that it went clean through his chest, leaving a gaping hole that quickly filled with blood.  Brezhnev was dead and he didn’t even have time to scream, beg for mercy or pray.

     

“Get out of here, Katerina!” I screamed as I went to pick up the stone that was once the armored body my best friend.  “Get as far away from the Kremlin as possible.  Leave everything.  Don’t look back.  When I am through destroying this place, I will find you.  If you wish to leave here, I will take you with me.  If not, that is fine, as well.”

     

Katerina left without saying a word as I stalked about the office, trying to hold off turning into a fire dragon until she reached safety.  I was angrier than I’d ever been in my life and I was tired of playing it safe.  It was time to allow my natural dragon instincts take over and become the killer everyone thought I was. 

Never again would I allow my compassion for humanity to stand in the way of what I needed to do.  Everyone considered me to be an evil murderer anyways.  I’d decided that from this moment on, whenever people accused of such, it would no longer be a lie.

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Gazzy & Katerina, excerpt Suffer the Witch 3

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She was most impressed by my tales of military conquests:  How I’d defeated legions of soldiers without killing them, how I’d toppled dictators, kings, and presidents with so called ‘acts of god’, and how I’d defeated the Queen of Hell, Lilith.  Who wouldn't be impressed by such grandiose tales?  To me, though, they were simply tasks to accomplish and not that big of a deal.  I just wanted to help the helpless. 

     We soon found ourselves swapping stories of our personal lives.  We talked about our families, our hometowns, our interests, everything really.  It became apparent that she and I were more similar than different. 

And the same could be said between all Russians and Americans.  We all wanted the same things:  Prosperity, health, family life, social life, and leisure time.  People are people, no matter where on Earth they hailed from.  It’s unfair to blame a nation’s people because their leaders are corrupt and evil, as was the case with both countries.

     One thing became clear as the night progressed; Katerina and I were keenly attracted to one another.  In my mind, I hoped that attraction would turn into animal magnetism.  I longed to be close to a woman, but not just any woman, that is why I had waited so long, so many lonely years.  I’d been burnt enough, betrayed too often. 

I needed someone I could relate to, someone that understood me, someone that wouldn't betray me at the first sign of adversity.  It seemed to me as if Katerina was that woman.

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