The sky loomed dark and red over the battlefield like a blood-stained shroud... or ice cream drizzled with delicious strawberry sauce, depending on your particular outlook. The preggy warriors marched forward... or waddled, again, depending on your outlook on the particular event. Their bodies heavy with child, sweat ran down flesh and animal hide, the anticipation of the battle to come was thick in the air. Kishmabelleh the Snuggly stood across Sohftgutt the Cuddly, her eyes measuring up her opponent. She gripped her pillow tightly in her hand, her fingers firmly squeezing the soft fabric. It was quiet as she spoke, as if the Earth itself stood still. Kishmabelleh hoisted the pillow high above her head, held her face high and yelled out "Preggies! Tonight we dine... at that tavern over there... for I have it on good authority that it has good pickles and ice cream. But for now WE SNUGGLEEEEEEE!" She tore off toward her opponent, pillow in hand, an unstoppable force of preggy snuggliness charging deep into the fray. Sohftgutt merely smiled, swinging her own pillow over her shoulder, preparing to strike. This day was a good day to hug.