Now that things are in order, you start removing pieces of your armor. Unfortunately for you, when you put all this scrap metal together, you made it extremely difficult to take off by yourself. This time however, it does seem to be coming off a little faster. Always a little slow on the uptake, you almost miss the fact that an extra set of hands is helping you untie the leather straps.
This couldn't have worked out better if you'd planned it, your 'victim' is actually assissting. You always knew you had a way with women, it must have been the punch to the face that did it. You carefully make a mental note to punch more females in the face.
Your thoughts are interupted by delicate hands rubbing your bare chest. The female stands up and leans close to you. You can't help but notice her small stature, this must be some slave from the mines. She'd never make a good mate for you, as you've always looked for bigger, tougher females with lots of battle scars, but you're already in the mood and she is already pulling your head down close to her's.
Just as you try kissing her, she tilts her head to one side, then buries her teeth into your shoulder. You feel your flesh rip and blood spews from your wound. You suddenly realize that she had been helping you remove your armor, not for lust, but for vengence. You pull away and hit her with the back of your hand, which sends her reeling.
This not being what you had in mind when you walked into the room minutes ago, you turn and run for the door, forgetting your clothes. As you make it out, you turn for the stairs, blood still spewing from the bite wound, the entire temple is in an uproar. The scent of your blood has stirred predatory instincts among your kin, as most have keen senses of smell. You bolt for the stairs leading down, hoping just to get outside.
As you hit the bottom stair, you are suddenly burdened with the weight of an angry female on your back, clawing and biting you. Your foreward momentum causes you to stumble and fall with the extra weight. Soon several of the temple guards near the gate are kicking you, in addition to the angry female. You can't be certain if it was the boot to the head or the punch to the head that knocked some sense into you, but for whatever reason you shout, "Fourth Rule: Only two guys to a fight."
There is a moment's pause, then the female gestures for the guards to back off. You get to your feet slowly, a little too slowly as the female is already on the offensive again. She kicks you in the groin and you fall back to your knees. She holds you up by your ears and kicks your groin several more times, taking special interest in assuring that you do not attempt to use this part of your anatomy for a while.
As you slip into unconciousness, you think you hear her tell you not to touch her until you are a real warrior, but then again, you could be hallucinating from pain.