Any other time, and her cohorts in the regiment would've probably socked her over the head for the impudence she had just displayed to their general. Most of them would bow, stopping whatever they were doing whenever Vangelis walked past. He just easily commanded respect that way, and Nike had so far been following suit. This short stint in his tent however has shown her that, one: he was way more then what he showed the rest of the cohort. Nike would dare say that perhaps, in a way, she had lost a small, tiny bit of her respect for him, when he dared bully people the way he did simply because of his position. Yes, he cuts an imposing figure, but that didn't mean he had the right to toss people around however he saw fit. The fact remained that he knew her gender and still did the things he did, which in Nike's opinion, was simply not something one did when one was supposed to command respect in their leadership.
But that was an argument for another day.
Two, was the fact that despite all that Nike found herself with after everything, she still was eager to stay in his regiment. Despite his brash demeanor in dealing with the situation, there was no denying that Vangelis was a very capable general, fighter and soldier, and perhaps in away, Nike was quite mollified that he was still deigning to train her, so for now she was satisfied.
Nodding mutely when he rebutted her ploy at the semantics of their language, she remained standing as he retreated back to the table she had seen him at earlier when she had entered. Curiosity piqued at her, and Nike craned her neck slightly to peer at the map, until his voice startled her again, returning her gaze to him and attempting to pretend she saw nothing.
"Yes, sir." came her curt, immediate reply, as was the training of any soldier. Being duly dismissed, Nike took a few steps backwards towards the exit, before walking through the flaps of the tent, back to the daylight and returning to the rest of the hustle and bustle of being in a military camp. She could already feel the bruise forming where his fist had landed, but her steps were light, accompanying the small smile that had curved her lips upwards.
"You look swell, man. The general gave you good news?" one of her cohorts asked. Nike grinned, and shook her head, returning to her duties for the day.
Captain Nike of Acaris.
Sounded great, indeed.
But that was an argument for another day.
Two, was the fact that despite all that Nike found herself with after everything, she still was eager to stay in his regiment. Despite his brash demeanor in dealing with the situation, there was no denying that Vangelis was a very capable general, fighter and soldier, and perhaps in away, Nike was quite mollified that he was still deigning to train her, so for now she was satisfied.
Nodding mutely when he rebutted her ploy at the semantics of their language, she remained standing as he retreated back to the table she had seen him at earlier when she had entered. Curiosity piqued at her, and Nike craned her neck slightly to peer at the map, until his voice startled her again, returning her gaze to him and attempting to pretend she saw nothing.
"Yes, sir." came her curt, immediate reply, as was the training of any soldier. Being duly dismissed, Nike took a few steps backwards towards the exit, before walking through the flaps of the tent, back to the daylight and returning to the rest of the hustle and bustle of being in a military camp. She could already feel the bruise forming where his fist had landed, but her steps were light, accompanying the small smile that had curved her lips upwards.
"You look swell, man. The general gave you good news?" one of her cohorts asked. Nike grinned, and shook her head, returning to her duties for the day.
Captain Nike of Acaris.
Sounded great, indeed.