A surge of adrenaline courses through his body at the command of Antropos to attack ... but he hesitates, looking to see if he advances first to join in an attack.  It does not seem so, and when the Amazon addresses him, he is frozen in place ... his sword still held before him.<br/><br/>His mind is racing ... is he to be the doomed distraction that allows the fatal blow to be delivered by Antropos?  Nickolaus wants revenge as much as he, but she is naked and weaponless... her seductive body compromising his resolve.  He is not a warrior but a brothel-keeper, lacking the basic tactical instincts and skills.  To attack her alone seems foolhardy ... her size alone intimidating.  He waits ...<br/><br/>Her sensual approach arrests his attention, causing doubt in his mind.  She does not seem to be attacking ... but she is closing the distance between them.  His eyes cannot help but lust for her, and this further hinders any response from him.  He stands in place, wondering if her death is necessary.  Perhaps she was not the one ... and the report false.  How could this thing of beauty destroy a whole village?  It seems so fantastic now ... surely she was not the one.  Now was the time for reason.  "Are you the one?" he demands in a sudden, panicked outburst.  The tension was overwhelming him ... and, despite his hesitatingly step backwards, she was now so close to him ...