“What
does she want, Mills?” one of the legionnaires next to him whispered, afraid to
break the spell that had suddenly fallen over them all.
The warrior herself answered, but not with words. Raising her right arm, she pointed at
Mills. Then she handed her weapons to
one of the other warriors, who took them for safekeeping.
“I
think,” Mills said slowly, “she wants a bloody duel. But why me?”
He wasn’t the biggest or toughest man in the regiment, or the best
close-in fighter. On the other hand, he
was probably the biggest and toughest who was still standing.
(from In Her Name –
First Contact, by Michael R. Hicks)
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