A tall, beautiful woman in full amazonian dress emerged from the cover of the scorched trees, glanced around her, and then approached the cage, slinging her bow back over her shoulder. She wore a golden helmet and armor.
She release the rope holding the cage aloft, then caught its end and lowered Cain gently to the ground.
Can’t remember doing this in a gently fashion. It was more like “hold fast ’cause this cage is goin’ down!” while exploding corpses, killing demons and blowing cows.
Good ol’ days.
We don’t write to be understood; We write to understand.
Cecil Day Lewis
Seems I’m not understanding much lately.