The wind on her body was cool, considering the anticipation of battle sent her blood pumping, her senses all heightened and tingling.  The heavy breathing, grunting, sweat, and writhing of battle was not so far removed from the violent need of sex, and she met each with an excitement borne from the other.  She stood very still, concentrating on not giving her nipple or groin a casual grope.<br/><br/>A herald stepped from the fog, setting terms for surrender.  It was probably good terms, as far as these savages went.  Celes stood strong, hand on one hip.  Her chest swelled as she took breath for her counter-offer.  "I, Celes Firehair, Fist of Clan Vynar, have taken your sacred idol hostage!  If Garak Onetusk wants it, he shall come and take it from me himself!  I will receive his BLOOD, unless he is unmanned by a single woman!"  She punctuated her challenge with drawing her longsword, brandishing it overhead.  Some random honoraries and titles to puff herself up, then give him a challenge Garak hopefully can't refuse.