Henry went sprawling as Richard landed a jolly good blow on the side of his head. He landed in a heap on the floor, his ears ringing. He was good at wrestling and excellent at jousting and sword fighting, but this was not a wrestling match. He didn't have a lance or a sword.

He was going to lose, but he refused to accept that. He was king, no matter what Richard said.

With a growl, he pulled himself off the ground and threw himself towards Richard and Wrath.

It was Wrath's smaller form which made it easy for her to get to him first. She was quick and efficient. When she reached him she kicked his legs out from under him and then raked her nails across his face. "Don't you ever fucking threaten George again! ...or Patrick too."