Punished

General Meyer and the clan warrior, Casey, were about the same height; the General may have been marginally broader, but overall they were well-matched.

"Umm, Casey, why don't you put me down so you can focus on your spear fight with General Meyer?" asked Delphi.

"No. We're fighting over a woman. Why would I put you down?"

Delphi sighed in despair. How could she go from fierce General who was holding her own against the best female warrior in the clan, to damsel in distress stuck on a thug warrior's shoulder?

This wouldn't do! She jack-knifed upwards, but he bent her back in half, like he was training a dog.

"Stay still woman," he growled, pushing her head back into his chest where she tried not to breathe in his sweaty male smell, turning her face to the side.

He gripped her head and turned it back into his chest in a show of dominance.