“Remember what we fight for! We fight for our homes, our families, our—for the love of—What are you wearing, Ariel?”
“What? A woman can fight, same as any man.” Ariel smirks.
“That’s not the problem. It’s—” Wulfgar pinches his nose.
“This?” Ariel is wearing what amounts to a leather bikini. “You’re just intimidated by my femininity.” She smirks again.
“No. It’s hardly appropriate for battle. Your heart and vital organs are completely exposed. This isn’t a game.”
Ariel snarls, “Typical misogynistic drivel! ‘Women don’t know anything!’ I don’t need a man telling me what to do!”
“Whatever,” Wulfgar fumes.
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