Generals on the battlefield

Aarun bounced off the far wall, the shock wave from the beetle bashing its way through the castle had knocked him off the floating disk of silver. Before he could bounce too far away a strong arm caught him by his robe and pulled him back upright. "Whoa there… damn you are scrawny. Do you have any muscle on those thin limbs of yours?" Strong hands were suddenly… everywhere.  Aarun heard his voice crack as he tried to say something, though he didn't know what he was trying to say. 

"Hands off my brother hedge witch!" Thick cords of silver looped around him yanking him free of Aoife's grip. 

"Ahh come on.  You can't baby him forever! Let me make a man out of him!" Aoife's grin was huge while Aarun's dark complexion grew darker in a blush.