Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse-Chapter 150: Fighting with the Clan

"I don’t need rescuing," Delphi panted at Alton in annoyance. "I was holding my own!"

"Barely," he said dismissively.

"Well it was three on one!"

"Awh, you guys were moving in on the General’s woman," called a fellow in the crowd.

Good man, thought Alton. Astounding powers of deduction.

"Can I leave you alone now, or do you plan on attracting another swarm of men?"

"Yes, yes! Leave me be. I’ve got this."

She launched herself at a lone warrior and Alton went back to the older men he was engaged in fighting.

The warrior she chose to attack turned to face her, and he happened to be a lot bigger and older than she had expected when she spotted him from behind.

Tall and muscular with a handsome face, he smiled when he saw her and immediately started backing her into a corner with far superior skills with his wooden spear.

The crowd set to whooping in delight at this clearly unexpected pairing with this warrior, who was the darling of the women in the crowd, and the gorgeous Delphine.

"I totally ship these two," said a teenage girl to her friend.

"Look how cute they look together," another squealed.

"A bit of help here," Delphi yelped.

She was being steadily beaten into submission by this tall, strong man, her arms already aching from receiving his crushing blows.

"Look, Casey’s pounding her with his wooden spear," came a ribald call from an older woman, and the crowd burst into riotous laughter.

Delphi couldn’t help but smile good-naturedly.

She was winning hearts and minds with her tenacious attempts to hang on against this guy, who was clearly a star warrior, not to mention they loved seeing her joining in and laughing at herself.

Brenner bounded over to help her, and the two of them started to edge back out of the corner Delphi had been backed into.

"Thanks Bren," she panted, "there was no way I was getting out of there alive".

"You attract men like bees to honey," he said to her with a grin. "We might have to get you back in a jilbab and headscarf."

"Never," she puffed.

’Casey’ was joined by another tall handsome warrior, and both Brenner and Delphi were fully occupied trying to hold their own, though it was pretty clear they were outclassed.

"General, General," one of the lads in the crowd shouted to Alton, "some blokes are moving in on your woman!"

"Good lad," he said, as the crowd roared with laughter again.

Alton strode over and rid Delphi of the new interloper who was giving her a hard time, setting himself up in front of her and taking on all comers.

"Hey!" she cried in annoyance, "let me fight my own battles!"

"You can fight the women, leave these big fellows to me," he grunted.

Right on cue a big, tall, strong girl attacked her with a club, hacking so hard at her spear that the tip broke off.

Delphi looked at the aggression in the girl’s eyes and she quickly looked around for help, but none was forthcoming now that she was fighting a woman.

The girl advanced on her and Delphi tried to use her broken speak defensively but the woman hacked another piece of it off with her club, leaving Delphi with a little short stick that looked like a spatula.

The crowd laughed and cheered on their female warrior.

"You go, girl!"

"Come on, Sasha!"

Oh my God. This woman was fearsome. Delphi hoped she planned to stop before she really hit her with that club!

Time for a desperate manoeuvre!

Delphi slid in from the woman’s side, knocking her feet out from under her. Then she leapt onto the prone woman and hit the club down low on the base, managing to knock it from her hands and kick it out of reach with her shortened spear.

She and the woman both scrambled to reach the club, laying hands on it at the same time.

The oohs and aahs of the crowd were increasing with every move.

They grappled with each other as they struggled for control of the weapon.

This girl was strong! Her biceps rippled, and she was all muscle and sinew.

But Delphi didn’t plan to lose this fight. She knew she needed to gain the respect of the crowd, and beating their best female warrior was a step in the right direction.

The girl wrenched the club from Delphi’s grasp and sent a hard blow her way.

Delphi met the strike with her boot, kicking the club so hard it catapulted away, end-over-end, the club end hitting Casey in the back of the head.

He rubbed his head and turned around to glare at her.

Delphi’s eyes flew wide open, and she pointed at the clan warrior.

"She was holding it and hitting me with it! I just defended myself."

"Is that so?" he said.

Casey ran towards Delphi, spear outstretched.

She was now without a weapon. She hunted around desperately and picked up her little, short spear piece. Oh well, she shrugged, better than nothing!

He ducked and spun at the last minute, sweeping the spear towards her calves. Delphi did a huge leap, narrowly avoiding his attempt to trip her over.

He struck at her and knocked her baby spear piece flying.

It bounced away out of reach.

She started backing up, her hands outstretched in a gesture that said, ’I give up’.

"You think you can club me in the head and get away with it, little general girl?"

"Look I’m sorry about that. It was actually your girl’s fault. You should be beating her up."

"I’ll beat her up later. After I beat you up."

"There’s a bit of a height and weight discrepancy here," she protested. "Is that fair? Shouldn’t you be fighting with General Meyer or Lieutenant Espey?"

"I fight with people who club me in the back of the head. They deserve it."

"Ha, ha," she laughed nervously, looking for some sense of humour in his eyes, but they just looked fierce.

Oh shit, here he comes, she thought.

Casey charged at her like a maddened bull, and she turned and ran.

There was not much else she could do now; even her baby spear was gone.

The big bull of a man chased her down easily and swept her up and over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes.

Uh oh! she thought with alarm, PTSD hitting her hard from the last time a man had carried her in a victory parade.

Thank goodness she was wearing military pants this time, instead of a miniskirt!

She struggled to free herself, but he pushed her head down onto his chest and held it in place there.

"Umm, Alton, a little help over here," she called, her voice muffled by Casey’s t-shirt.

Alton looked over and shook his head in despair, charging over with his spear and pushing Casey backwards while the man was hampered by the woman he carried on his shoulder.

"The General’s come to get his woman back off you, Casey," called a lad from the crowd.

"He can try," said Casey implacably.