<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/Z1PqKiV.png)<br/><strong>Ye'me</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=288301.msg14165511#msg14165511)</div></div>Ye'me also gradually hung back as the day went on. He was more than capable of marching boldly in the lead, but with so many pretty, masculine, men about he felt a duty to ensure that they were properly guarded from behind. Besides, the women could handle the front. Or at least Ilya could. Maybe her conversations would encourage the other woman to start behaving a bit more properly, he thought with a judgment tsk.<br/><br/>This caused Ye'me to end up walking with Meo in the back, and giving him a friendly smile and another compliment on his lovely pink hair and well done makeup. After a few of typical friendly compliments at how pretty he was Ye'me began to quietly, suggest that the two of them could help some of the other men who weren't doing such a good job.<br/><br/>Evri, in particular, seemed to have Ye'me's interest. He whispered to Meo how the two of them could make him really truly masculine and beautiful with that long hair and pretty face. Ye'me seemed to think that Arrian needed the least help of the others and was the closest to being properly pretty like himself and Meo. Some of the others Ye'me seemed to worry might be lost causes.<br/><br/>As the rain began Ye'me instantly had his shield up like an umbrella, offering it to help Meo too. It might seem strange that he didn't rush forward to help Ilya given his earlier subservience, but the way the amazons saw things women could handle things like the rain. It was delicate, pretty things like menfolk that needed to huddle together under shields while giggling about hair and makeup. Which if Meo was amiable to it was exactly what would happen.<br/><br/>The shield however could only protect so much. While Ye'me pulled his hair up into a bun to keep as much of it dry as possible, the water was soon glistening across his bare legs, mostly exposed backside, wide hips, and tight, exposed waist. It didn't seem to bother him much.<br/><br/>As the orcs approached Ye'me seemed worried by how many of them there are. He translated for Meo, "The orcs say we are sluts and want to rape us. They think Ilya can't protect us all." He explained, looking nervous. "I'm sorry friend we may need to get our hair wet." He glanced at Meo's beautiful pink hair like he was seriously considering whether it was worth the price of avoiding getting fucked by thirty orcs. "But I suppose the orcs would probably just mess it up anyway." He reasoned. He gave Meo a chance to get some other protection up before moving forward.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, Ye'me strode forward, shield still raised to protect his hair and makeup until it was absolutely necessary. Standing to Ilya's side in the front lines he said clearly and brightly in Orcish.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Orcish</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Madame Wor is very busy and cannot sell her sluts today. Try in a few days and I'm sure she will negotiate a reasonable price!"</div></div><br/><br/><br/>Surely this would convince the orcs to leave and return at a more convenient time. After all they would each only need to service three or four of them to solve this problem. Surely the others were okay with that.<br/><br/>If, somehow, things didn't work out, and combat were joined,  Ye'me would stand in the fronts with the following goals:<br/><br/>- Bash any orc that tried to get around her to the squishier ones in back.<br/>- Grapple any orc that looked too big and mean to smash easily so that Ilya could bash it<br/>- Keep his hair dry and prevent his makeup from smearing<br/><br/>When Ye'me grappled the larger orcs it might appear to one looking one that the bigger orc had simply wrapped his hands around the sexy barbarian and was groping him blatantly, but Ye'me totally had things under control.