Cecil and Barton were locked in a gentlemen’s psycho-drama that ammunition could not solve.
How it had begun, neither could say. Perhaps it had to do with one of them sleeping with the other’s mother, or sister, or perhaps it all stemmed from the tremendous buggering they’d both suffered at Public School. All they knew was that every day they found themselves dressed in lead vests, locked in non-lethal combat that seemed to have no end.
Unless, of course, one of them eventually decided to break the “no head shot” rule.
She sprang from the cranium of Zeus himself, a divine thought found form, and a blessing unto the Gods, the philosophers of men, and the City of Athens. She was the goddess of civilization, wisdom, strength, strategy, wit, craft, raffia-worked bowls, and a divine sponsor of heroes. 
