Surrounded by six of Kateesha's guards, Jorick continued to fight. There was a crunch and a cry, and Katelina watched as one of the oiled guards crumpled to the floor. Despite the victory, there were too many for Jorick to fight alone. Still, it took all five guards to pin him to the floor. Trapped, he writhed and bucked uselessly beneath them in an effort to free himself.
Kateesha stopped her slow escape and crossed her arms over her breasts, a superior gleam in her eyes. "And so, the great Jorick succumbs at last. Bring him to me!"
Her slaves obeyed. They hauled Jorick to his feet and dragged him across the room where they forced him to kneel before her. Kateesha brushed wild strands of dark hair from his bloody face and he flinched away. She dropped her hand slowly and studied him. "
