She had no visible scars. No wounds they had inflicted upon her, yet. Brilliant red hair, fair skin, rippling and powerful, yet feminine muscles. Breasts bigger than either of the two men's heads and surprisingly perky, curvy hourglass figure and her face as fair and beautiful as any princess'. Just one slip up, just one mistake, and it was all over. Either her life will have ended in the most undignified and humiliating way, or her beauty would be forever flawed by some wound given to her. Not only was her life at stake, her beauty and her warrior honor was as well. Her soul could not inter the warrior fields having died, naked and befouled by her enemy.<br/><br/>That excitment, that loaming danger, it got her heart racing. Unarmed, literally naked and vulnerable. Such a challenge, such a thrill. And her giant, perky breasts. So obvious. They stuck out, defenseless. Beautiful, but a horrible handicap. They could be sliced at or pumbled by an enemy attack and had no defense of their own. By the end of the day, scars could abound on her breasts, or elsewhere on her body. She inhaled deeply, grinning wickedly, grasping the full magnitude of the game she was playing.<br/><br/>"Is thou touched in thy head?" She said in response to the taller one's taunt. Then she looked and regarded the smaller one, the womanizer. So, Nicholas was his name. "Yes, Nicholas. Attack!" She let out a hardly chuckle, expecting him to be frozen in fear or lust. He might not be though, but she was so confident, she casually walked up to the womanizer, her hips swaying with every step. It was more feminine than any of the stances she'd taken so far.