She was mad now. She straightened until her face was inches away from his and glared at him. "Oh yeah? You and what regiment, Major Caelum?"
He gave her a pitying look and she resisted the urge to squirm. "I'm stronger than you, Yarrow," he said simply. His eyes flickered to her waist. "I notice you forgot your new sword in your room." He left the thought unfinished, letting her decide if it was a threat or not.
She decided it was.
She let herself slump against the door, eyes downcast, letting him think himself victorious. He relaxed just a fraction and she took her chance, pushing him with all the force she possessed. He went sliding back across the floor and stumbled, but did not fall.
Yarrow dropped into a fighting stance and waited -- she had no weapon but doubted Caelum would draw
