Post by thehebrewhammer on Aug 16, 2006 15:31:50 GMT -5
After a slow summer thanks to my summer internship, Marvel Fantasy returns to it's regular schedule with issue #4, coming out during the next release period (probably). Enjoy the preview!
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"An honor to meet you King Steven,” Hank said graciously, dropping to one knee before Scott could even pick his jaw up off the floor. He was standing in front of the ruler of the largest kingdom in the world. The drop to his knee was automatic; it simply felt like the right thing to do. He dipped his head and mumbled something that he thought resembled Hank’s statement.
“The honor is mine. Please, stand,” Steven insisted in a regal tone that had developed over years of practice, but still sounded unnatural. Clint gave Scott a nudge with his foot when the bewildered youth failed to rise. The boy stood, rubbing at his bandana-covered eye absent-mindedly. Steven chuckled and let his eyes size Scott up before moving to Dr. Strange.
“Dr. Strange, if I might have a word with you privately?” the king asked, a request that surprised Scott. He had heard of Strange’s reputation, but was unaware the man was of such stature that even the king of Wundagore addressed him formally. Stephen complied and walked several paces alongside the king, so that they were out of earshot. Scott was still staring at their whispered discussion when Hank turned to Clint.
“I must admit, I am a bit under whelmed,” McCoy revealed.
“Watch your mouth there big boy,” Clint said with a bit of a sneer, crossing his arms over his chest in a dominant fashion. The tone of King Steven’s most trusted guardsman caught Scott’s attention.
“My apologies, my intent was not to affront. It is simply that my understanding of King Steven’s reputation painted him in a slightly more…grandiose light. A king on par with the most courageous rulers this land has ever witnessed,” Hank was quick to correct Hawkeye, going from misinterpreted criticism to gushing about the king in a matter of seconds.
“Yeah, well, things are different now,” Barton snapped, looking past Hank to the trophy case where the famous shield stood proudly on display.
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"An honor to meet you King Steven,” Hank said graciously, dropping to one knee before Scott could even pick his jaw up off the floor. He was standing in front of the ruler of the largest kingdom in the world. The drop to his knee was automatic; it simply felt like the right thing to do. He dipped his head and mumbled something that he thought resembled Hank’s statement.
“The honor is mine. Please, stand,” Steven insisted in a regal tone that had developed over years of practice, but still sounded unnatural. Clint gave Scott a nudge with his foot when the bewildered youth failed to rise. The boy stood, rubbing at his bandana-covered eye absent-mindedly. Steven chuckled and let his eyes size Scott up before moving to Dr. Strange.
“Dr. Strange, if I might have a word with you privately?” the king asked, a request that surprised Scott. He had heard of Strange’s reputation, but was unaware the man was of such stature that even the king of Wundagore addressed him formally. Stephen complied and walked several paces alongside the king, so that they were out of earshot. Scott was still staring at their whispered discussion when Hank turned to Clint.
“I must admit, I am a bit under whelmed,” McCoy revealed.
“Watch your mouth there big boy,” Clint said with a bit of a sneer, crossing his arms over his chest in a dominant fashion. The tone of King Steven’s most trusted guardsman caught Scott’s attention.
“My apologies, my intent was not to affront. It is simply that my understanding of King Steven’s reputation painted him in a slightly more…grandiose light. A king on par with the most courageous rulers this land has ever witnessed,” Hank was quick to correct Hawkeye, going from misinterpreted criticism to gushing about the king in a matter of seconds.
“Yeah, well, things are different now,” Barton snapped, looking past Hank to the trophy case where the famous shield stood proudly on display.