He went to Brut and helped the blond warrior to his feet.

A blond warrior had gotten out, so big, so fast, he was obviously a member of the Brotherhood.

Was it possible that the thing had come out of the blond warrior somehow?

The way that blond warrior had acted around her was flat-out trouble.

No matter what Mary thought, the blond warrior would be coming for her.

The blond warrior was tying one end of the rope to his waist.

Those are the big blond warrior and the redhead who drove the wagon.

He was talking to another heavily-muscled man, a blond warrior with a dangling moustache.

The blond warrior looked up through swollen eyes.

Turning to the blond warrior, Parmenion had asked a simple question.