Deathstalker II Page #3

to do it!

Say hello to crazy Otto reingold,

the mad prussian,

solely responsible

for the lemurian massacres

that killed hundreds

and left thousands homeless.

I'm sure you recognize

ed "the head" schamanski.

Five years on the genghis Khan

strike force,

part-time consultant

to Attila the hun.

Next.

John "the baptist" bombaso.

Drowning's his specialty.

Beside him...

Nick "the crippler" of kashmir.

I think his name says it all.

And last, but not least,

the real find,

buddy "footstool" laroza,

only recently dismissed

by Ivan the terrible...

...for excessive brutality.

Still skeptical?

You bet I am.

Suit yourself.

Come on, boys.

Okay, men.

Let him have it!

Close, men, but don't kill...

Not yet.

I think we better find

another way.

Oh, really? You think so?

West road, right!

I oughta...

- Who are they?

- You tell me. You're the seer.

Well, they're trying to kill us.

Somebody give the lady a cigar.

Look, if they were trying

to kill us,

they could have done it

way back down the road.

No, they're...

they're after something.

You sure you're telling me

everything?

I told you it was gonna be a long

and perilous journey, didn't I?

Yeah, yeah, witches, ogres,

all that bad stuff.

You and your visions!

Knew these would come in handy.

Where you goin'?

- Just stay put.

- I wanna help.

You've done plenty already.

That'll be fine, boys.

Save your arrows.

Whew.

Stalker? Stalker!

There... huh?

Throw your sword down...

Or I'll cut her pretty,

little throat.

Go ahead. Cut it.

You rat!

You were gonna let him kill me!

Now, would I do a thing

like that?

Come on, let's go find that horse

and get the hell out of here.

Oh!

And, uh, would you mind

taking that knife

out of that guy for me?

It's the only one I got left.

Ew!

- Wait a minute!

- What do you want now?

Were you really gonna

let him kill me?

Deathstalker, you weren't really

gonna let him kill me, were you?

Huh? No, you wouldn't do that?

Deathstalker!

Ah, you're back!

Minus the fearless five.

You should have

listened to me.

You wanna b*tch?

B*tch to jarek.

I'm calling him right now.

- What news have you?

- Bad news, lord jarek.

I hate bad news.

It spoils my day.

I got an idea.

Come closer.

I'll kill that son of a b*tch

if it kills me.

You may rest assured

that it will.

So long, sailor.

Well, look what we have here.

Spooky, huh?

Yeah.

Stalker...

I still don't understand

why you want to break in there.

Because

we're broke, that's why.

What's that got to do with anything?

That's a family mausoleum.

There are probably...

More jewels in there,

than we can carry out.

You're about to become

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