as far as the eye can see

Snappy fires Foma for eating honey. Foma wanders off, distraught, and they are beset by Teutons. Mathis, Furtwangler, der KRUSHER. Mood music from Alexander Nevsky. Snappy feels remorse for firing his idiot and takes to the woods with Anna and Haji-Girei to find him. Alnus distracts the Teutons and gets them drunk, sends his BEAR to go get Scanderbeg and/or Scand’s posse (Moses of Dhibra, Count Vrana, Tanush Thopia).

Perkin and arch-enemy Baldak Borisievich are stranded in the primeval forest as the sun sets. They have eaten their last fish, and are scavenging for mushrooms and owl scat. There are howling, starving wolves encircling, and vultures wheeling overhead, etc etc. They stumble across the snow-covered body of Scanderbeg, sleeping off a 2-week bender. There is a family of birds living in his enormous nostrils, and a yozhik in his trousers. The stranded foreigners recoil in existential fear and horror as they experience the withering blasts of Scanderbeg's morning breath. The birds drop from the air and writhe as their carbonized feathers are reduced to cinders. Barvat lovingly wraps the birds in muslin. The biryozi crackle with flame and there is the steady sound of rain as all the forests' insects evacuate their cloacas*. The snow hisses, melts and feeds the tender shoots of brown wheatgrass with warm toxic antifreeze.

"One of these snowdrifts has Teutons in it. Maybe more. I clubbed 'em good but I passed out before I could kill em." The lads poke into the drifts with sharpened stix. Scand uses his Morning Breath as Godzilla would, incinerating a swathe with each heave, sweeping methodically from left to right.
No wepins!

Logs and twigs, Flintstones wepins. Braonze age krapple. Birds beaks and klubs with rox tied on with catgut.

mathis der mauler breaks bones, lives in a decrepit castle like baron zemo. painter! lowgrade dentures or baleen. skulks around his mountaintop and pines for his faraway love like rainer maria rilke.

the swiss krusher is l’eminence grise. Qui est-ce??has long bony fingers a la nosferatu. and multiple rows of pogues teeth. keeps spiders in a leather pouch.

der Furtwangler is der vater der mathis. max von sydow. stony glare for one and all. das ist leben man musst immer kampfen

* Look, I stole that line from Mark Leyner, so kill me.