Since it’s pretty out of character for most of my writing, I feel the need to add the disclaimer that there is some minor language in this bit.
“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING OUT THERE?!?” he raged, throwing his axe at the ground. It stuck, the metal blade buried two inches in the dirt by his feet. “Did you honestly think that you were helping anyone out there? You could have gotten half the company killed with a stunt like that!” His arms flew wildly about him in his uncontrollable anger.
She simply stood across from him within the tent, hazel eyes leveled at her husband’s electric blue ones and bow hanging limply at her side. Her dagger belt was a lot lighter now, every blade thrown against the enemy. She knew the pale green tent material would do nothing to hide his words, or her own, from the rest of the militia waiting outside for him to finish with her.
“Yell all you like, Sylas. I have no regrets,” she said calmly. For a moment she thought he hadn’t heard her, had been too sunk into his own anger to even realize she had spoken. But he had heard.
“No regrets?” he whispered, stepping toward her, “no regrets about running up the cliffs to start a rock slide instead of rushing to the capitol city for reinforcements like you were ordered?” his voice grew louder with each word. “Cora, we need the help–”
“Those reinforcements would not have gotten here for three days’ time,” she interrupted, “we needed to win the battle today, before Korax’s troops had time to overwhelm us or circumvent the valley. Besides, the rock slide didn’t block the entire pass. Now, as the smaller force, we can slip through what’s left of the pass, then as they try to follow us we could pick them off one by one by hiding archers in the caverns on the mountainside and–”
“Cora!” Sylas bellowed, his face turning red with the effort to silence her. “You are not the commander of this force. It is your job to do as you are ordered, not make up your own rules and do whatever the hell you like!”
She threw her bow onto her cot beside her and flung her arms out in exasperation. “Sy, it’s a good idea, why are you so against it? This could help us win the war!”
Sylas took three large steps to close the gap between them. For an instant Cora thought he was going to strike her. Wouldn’t be the first time, shan’t be the last, she thought, bracing herself. But no, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders roughly and buried his face in her curling, chestnut-brown hair. Not knowing what else to do, she wrapped her arms around his torso and held on. It had been a long time since he held her like this, not since before the war.
“Coramine Annalise Nicrésta” He whispered her full married name in her ear, then took a step back, keeping his hands on her shoulders. She looked up the four inches difference between her five-foot, five-inch frame and his nearly six-foot height. “I have nothing against the plan,” Sylas told her quietly, “But I have something against you rushing headfirst to a place where you could get killed. My greatest fear is not loosing this war, but of losing you.”