She growled restlessly as she was yanked to her feet. She jerked her arms away, pulling them out of his grasp with one quick motion. There was lightening in her eyes, a storm that couldn't be calmed by mere words alone. "You destroy my home, kill my family, and now you have the gall to tell me I'm your SLAVE?! Who the hell do you think you are!?"<br/><br/>Furiously, she spat at him, a globule of saliva striking the front of his uniform. More than a few nearby soldiers stopped and stared at the spectacle. This girl had just challenged their general, not with words, but with action. If he wanted to prove he was not a pushover, he would have to deal with this woman properly, otherwise he would have an uproar on his hands. No man wanted to be lead by someone who was weak and unwilling to do what others refused to go through with.