5 Know your place
Tiradates stepped backwards. Watching. Impassive as fists thudded home. Cleated sandals kicked at muscle. Clubs smacked reality into the arsehole. Startled, taken by surprise. Overwhelming numbers, element of surprise. For all that muscle, this prick-of-a-prince stood no chance. On-and-on went the attack.
Cocky fucker! Made a fatal mistake. Once he was in their clutches .. what was there to negotiate about? Look at the prick. Hands tied behind, down in the dirt. Getting the kicking an arsehole deserved. Offer? What had this fool got to negotiate with?
Fuck! The arsehole was hitting back. The motherfucker!
A foot shot out .. cracking a soldier on a jaw, flooring him. Athletically the body twisted over on to his back. Another soldier got a foot in the face. Two legged, the body reared up. Legs in the air, body following through. Flipping onto his feet. Surprised, he had soldiers backing away. Fuck, this arsehole could fight!
But that only spurred his men on. Not getting shown up in front of their general. They went for him. Came back at him. Fists flying, clubs out. Brutal, ferocious. No let-up. Fool. Didn’t stand a fucking chance.
Got him down, back down on the earth. Stomped on, kicked at. A boot to the head. Any idea of fighting-back hopeless. Thrashed. Kicked. Beaten. Nearly beaten unconscious.
Tiradates snorted. What you got to negotiate with? Eh, cocksucker?