Antropos was surprised once more when the amazon stepped to the side. Her statuesque body moved with the agility of an antilope and the sexiness of one of the dancing whores of Nickolaus' brothel. His eyes could not stop looking at her gracious body for a second - was she real? Coming back to reality, this mere evasive move, avoiding his strike, was more than capable of making Antropos angry. Let alone what the woman suggested...that he was a coward!<br/><br/>"No, I am not a coward", he snorted trying to recover the strength from the previous strike and figuring out something for the next move. "Indeed, I know you are a COWARD, since you are avoiding to fight. Are you afraid, woman?", he said shaking his head in disapproval to her words and turning his body to face her completely. "Besides I do not believe you have honnour otherwise you and your people would have spared the lives of defenseless women and children".<br/><br/>At the same time, Antropos noticed the coward Nickolaus stepping back. What the hell was he doing, the warrior thought. "Coward", he muttered. That man was only interested in money and neither honnour, nor revenge were things worth fighting. "Go back to your whores, Nickolaus. I knew I could not trust you! No one can!"<br/><br/>Swiftly, without wasting more time with his companion, Antropos raised his sword above his head and rushed towards the amazons. Her hands were on her hips, so he assumed her defenseless were lowere. He wanted to strike her in the head. His muscles tensed, adrenaline was released in the blood. Now, he would hit her! He focused hard on the target, so that she could not scape - he evaluated all scape routes and prepared alternative strikes, if the case. And he used all his strenght for that. His bare chest bulgeoned as his muscles were being required all their strength. His breathed fastened and he looked at her eyes. "Die now!"