Cyprus sighed. Hopefully she could muster this enthusiasm when it came to dispatching the Sorcerer Kings. They were mostly old, frail men, propped up on their powers to various degrees, and none of them were going to die with any honor. If it came down to it they'd cower on their knees and beg for their lives. Of course, maybe if they were willing to give up their powers he'd spare them, but he doubted they would even if it meant death. He'd have to drill some sense into Shanna somehow, for even if he needed a champion who could do some dirty deeds, he didn't need one who delighted in it.<br/><br/>"And if you fail? Do you think they'll take turns raping you or just draw straws to see who gets to stick what in which hole?" Cyprus certainly wasn't going to stop the men so long as they didn't kill her, and even then there wasn't a lot he could do if they got that idea in their heads. And there were two of them. He wasn't sure how much experience Shanna had against multiple opponents.<br/><br/>"Why even bother?" he added as she tugged down her skirt. She took so much care to keep it down but it was a losing battle. The stretched material wanted to take the path of least resistance and make its way up from her wide hips and ample buttocks up to her narrow waist and he had no idea what kind of work she had to do to keep it from jumping up every time she stretched her legs too far. After all, when she'd been tearing his previous champion to pieces, she'd barely flashed the crowd more than a few glimpses of her thong.<br/><br/>The distant men kept approaching, initially oblivious to Shanna, and continually oblivious to Cyprus. As they drew closer, a few things about them could be deduced. They were the same age, within a few years. Brothers, most likely, as they had the same light brown eyes and strong chin. Both muscular and clad in chainmail. Freshly painted chainmail, too bright by far for someone in this dusty wasteland. That made them either thieves or deserters or both, with the fresh coat of paint obscuring the crest of whatever army the mail had previously belonged to. Probably on their way to seek refuge with the Sorcerer King, and maybe even join his Immortals. They weren't too big or burly, each roughly six feet tall and not so broad, but they didn't look weak. And as they caught sight of Shanna in the distance, one of them called out. He had a shaved head, while the other had close cropped dark hair.<br/><br/>"Hey there girlie, how much for an hour with you?" He held up a silver coin from his pouch. "I'll give you double if you offer a souvenir." He glanced down to her soft thighs, and to the tight white material of her skirt. His dark haired companion guffawed, but didn't make an offer of his own just yet.<br/><br/>"At least wait for them to do something overtly threatening," Cyprus asked, hoping for some concession from Shanna. "Then you can try to kill them and we can see if you're as good at this as you say you are."