But if she kept company with the likes of the punkers, it wasn't a good sign.

Nothing makes this punker's day like a good aerial rumble.

The little punkers are mostly loners who don't fit in.

The sound caused both punkers to nearly leap out of their skins.

Looking at the punkers, he knew that for them, there would be no return from Gotterdammerung.

The punker was getting up and grabbing at the table, cursing under his breath.

The force of the kick was magnified as the punker ran into his foot.

There were more punkers around, and Seth really did not like serious fighting, though he was equipped for it.

A short punker made a pass with his knife at Rian.

Were the punkers watching to see how far out he would stagger before catching on?

If they had been human punkers, perhaps he would have had a better notion what to do.

Kluge looked at the two punkers for a long moment, then asked, "Did he give you any trouble?"

De Beq and the priest walked over to the punkers.

He had after all been at fault; the punker was entitled to his irritation.

If the punker had been moving away, or taking defensive action, it wouldn't have been so bad.

He ran through the forest, hearing the punkers laugh.

The punker slashed at Seth's face, and he jumped back.

The hard-core punkers like hanging out in the dark hallways.

Not a killing blow, but the punker landed on the ground with a thud.

There was a loud thud as the punker hit the ground, motionless.

Yeah, it looked like she was just a punker with Celtic-rock leanings.

Opposite them, the punkers were drawn up in a straggling line against the wall of the great hall.

Behind him, de Beq could hear one of the punkers puke.

He immediately joined local punkers who formed a band.

"We'd better take off before the other punkers realize what I did," Seth said as they walked away.