Helena thrashed like a woman possessed.
Not a graceful warrior woman. No. More like a furious cat that just realized it's being bathed. Limbs everywhere. Elbows as weapons. Words—pure venom.
Her hand flew to her sword, eyes blazing with righteous wrath, a battle cry halfway forming in her throat. "Don't you dare touch me! My soul belongs to the gods, my honor to the battlefield, and my body is—!"
She yanked the sword free.
And immediately screamed, "GAHH!"
Because she had gripped the blade end.
Classic.
The sword clattered to the ground like it had just been personally offended.
"Let go of me! I said LET GO!" Helena barked, now half-punching, half-flailing at the chest behind her. "You overconfident beast! My body is a TEMPLE OF WAR—not your cuddly little snuggle toy!"
The arms holding her—strong, solid, and unfortunately kind of amazing—paused.
There was a beat.
Then, incredibly… they obeyed.
They let go.
Helena blinked. "Wait—really? That's it?"
