Fredrik was on top of the world, his friends (who he considered his family) were reuniting and best of all Madelief, his young prodigy had been part of the recent arrivals. He would never forget the day she had tried her first barrel roll and almost slammed into his right wing that would have torn him from the sky. It was still one of his fondest memories and always made him smile and chuckle with a warm feeling in his stomach. Although this of course made her the only one who would be allowed to tickle the developed paunch and get away with it, though it still annoyed him just a little. As she stepped away he patted her on the back the way he always used too, he had patted her bum once in a way, he swore, was comradeship however she had almost taken his hand off for that. Never again he had vowed. Fredrik turned to Wolfgang as he started talking and sipped quietly at the cool refreshing beer whilst the man spoke his part. The hops tingled his taste buds and he savoured the taste however as Wolfgang’s story went on the beer started to sour and the smile was torn from his face. That traitor Arturo, he was going to pay for this. Standing Fredrik Poured a little of his beer out onto the floor in a sign of respect to Wolfgang’s family, then he grabbed his brother in a bear hug before speaking.

[i]“Wolfgang, we all followed you to the gates of Valhalla and back, we fought, bled and killed for you. I may not speak for the others but Arturo has betrayed not only you but myself as well and I will once again follow you to wherever you need us to reap justice. I may need a few weeks to return to full stature and…”[/i]

Fredrik patted his midriff.

[i]”…physique before I am ready for more face to face time. My flying of course is as it used to be. Unmatched.”[/i]