I stood at the sink opposite and down two from hers. I sheepishly met my reflection to comb out my hair. As my eyes rose to my reflection I thought * ... hate my tits*. They don't look like women's tits to me, they look like a statue's. They're too high, practically at my arm pits, and my nipples hardly ever get well, 'hard'. My only consolation is that they're almost C cups.I'm proud of that but ashamed to admit it.Other girls hate conceited girls, especially when we're cheerleaders. I love my. He didn't know and could not know though, what his men thought and felt. He'd have to wait for them to show their true demeanor and spirit in the ultimate test: battle.When battle would be joined, the true feeling of his men would emerge. Beyond wrath and blood lust, beyond the will to survive and in doing so kill a man, would they show remorse? Guilt? Would they stay their hands in a moment of doubt? When they would see their own brother coming at them with ax and sword, would they judge him. , We stood there for what seemed a very long time, when we heard a familiar voice. ‘What a coincidence, girls. We never thought we would see you until dinner.’ Barbie came closer and saw how shaken we were. ‘Girls, what happened?’ Barbie placed a hand on both of us in a reassuring gesture. Ken came around the bend. Running to us, he asked what had happened. As Beth and I regained our composure, we told him. Ken placed his hands on our shoulders as they reassured us that we were safe now.. Jorgarn hid in the dense forest with the rest of the Emertland Guard. His horsemen had ridden several miles behind the enemy and were tracking them from a distance. The enemy front guard was almost through the narrow passage when Ronac Belad and his soldiers stepped from the forest in their path.The front of the rebel army came to an abrupt stop and the rows behind them marched into the backs of the men in front of them. The confusion worsened when the Cavalry arrived and joined with Jorgarn's.