“Yield?” Nergal gave a short laugh. “I yield to no man. Or woman. Any kneeling happening on this day will be from you.” She was overly confident in her physical appeal to him. She was no where near his beloved’s beauty and grace.
“Perhaps if you kneel quickly, I will show you the reward my wife will receive once I return home to her.” He smirked slightly. He would not be surprised if that statement re-ignited the Greek’s fight. She did not seem to be the type to enjoy sex on a battlefield.