Ella was prepared for Terrence. She'd taken his warning as what it was--a declaration of war--and had immediately taken appropriate action. She had built a small trench out of rigid sofa cushions and had already summoned all of her pillows in her flat (there were a lot) into a pile next to her fortress.
When Terrence appeared, a mischievous grin spread across Ella's features and she lost no time in grabbing her first pillow as his first swing grazed her arm. "I will never surrender! Peace, my arse!" She took a swat at him with her own pillow, aiming for his left hip. "And good, because there will be blood," she promised.