Jason doesn't really program for gorefests, anyway. As hard as she's hitting, she would probably be pulping the ninjas, but this is supposed to be about relaxation.
Then again, what isn't relaxing about punching Nazis?
Jason lets her take the lead. Tonight isn't about him, after all, and it's still a pleasure to watch Gwen at work. "Up north," he shouts, pointing dramatically to the south. Either way, it's in the direction of the castle. He breaks into a light jog, then picks up speed once he hears something come crashing through the woods.
There are no bears in Germany. But someone neglected to inform Jason of that fact, and now there's a swarm of bears wearing Nazi stormtrooper helmets plowing through the trees as they make their way through. Some of them are egged on by Gestapo officers riding on their backs, firing wildly at the pair. Their aim is atrocious.
As a little note, the pounding of their massive paws on the ground takes the same pattern as the drumbeats of Horst Wessel Lied.
In about a hundred yards, the forest breaks into open fields and meadows. Knowing Jason, there's probably something hiding in the lake. And definitely something in one of the stereotypical Bavarian villages between them and the castle, which looks to be about two miles off.
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Then again, what isn't relaxing about punching Nazis?
Jason lets her take the lead. Tonight isn't about him, after all, and it's still a pleasure to watch Gwen at work. "Up north," he shouts, pointing dramatically to the south. Either way, it's in the direction of the castle. He breaks into a light jog, then picks up speed once he hears something come crashing through the woods.
There are no bears in Germany. But someone neglected to inform Jason of that fact, and now there's a swarm of bears wearing Nazi stormtrooper helmets plowing through the trees as they make their way through. Some of them are egged on by Gestapo officers riding on their backs, firing wildly at the pair. Their aim is atrocious.
As a little note, the pounding of their massive paws on the ground takes the same pattern as the drumbeats of Horst Wessel Lied.
In about a hundred yards, the forest breaks into open fields and meadows. Knowing Jason, there's probably something hiding in the lake. And definitely something in one of the stereotypical Bavarian villages between them and the castle, which looks to be about two miles off.