The speed Erha has his weapon drawn gives Jezira a renewed hope for the moment and as she hears his whisper she immediately obeys moving behind her protector and gently touches his back to show him she is there. Her eyes scan her surroundings again and again.
Listening to the words she feels fear rising up her spine again.
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Erha looked from Jezira to their attackers. Now that Jezira had turned she could see there were three, all dressed in travelers garb, with turbans and mouthcloths covering almost their entire face, sharp sabers at the ready. "If you want the girl, you'll have to go through me." Erha spoke with a sense of chivalry.
"Our pleasure." Their opponents replied.
And with that they attacked, Erha fended off a first quick blow with his own sword and retalliated quickly to give the first assailant a nasty gash along his sword arm. Then the second and third man joined the fray, adding more steel to the sky than Erha could handle. He pressed back, moving Jezira along with him, covering himself and her from the flurry of blows which set upon them, seeking every possible opening to do whatever damage he could to the men, with only minute effect. He took a blow to the arm, making him turn away and leaving Jezira open to a quick hand to grab her and drag her away from her protector. Quickly, another set of hands joined in while the first man kept Erha busy, trying to drag Jezira out of the alley and back into the streets, a dagger held along her throat and the words "be quiet or die" whispered in her right ear.
"Our pleasure." Their opponents replied.
And with that they attacked, Erha fended off a first quick blow with his own sword and retalliated quickly to give the first assailant a nasty gash along his sword arm. Then the second and third man joined the fray, adding more steel to the sky than Erha could handle. He pressed back, moving Jezira along with him, covering himself and her from the flurry of blows which set upon them, seeking every possible opening to do whatever damage he could to the men, with only minute effect. He took a blow to the arm, making him turn away and leaving Jezira open to a quick hand to grab her and drag her away from her protector. Quickly, another set of hands joined in while the first man kept Erha busy, trying to drag Jezira out of the alley and back into the streets, a dagger held along her throat and the words "be quiet or die" whispered in her right ear.
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'Three !!! ... so many of them !!! ... so well prepared, that it is hard to believe, that this is all a mere coincidence'
That Jezira thinks to herself as the deadly dance begins, being very flattered by the chivalry Erha displays for a slave girl like herself, her intuition letting her feel that this is not only the protection of her Master Barsankes property. Even facing three enemies Erha manages to put up a considerable defense.
She cries out as Erha is wounded, then feeling a quick hand, her basket falling to the ground as she is pulled away, wanting to cry out in panic as she falls into the hand of those men and immediately falls silent as she feels the dagger at her throat, her eyes wide and her body shivering in terror.
That Jezira thinks to herself as the deadly dance begins, being very flattered by the chivalry Erha displays for a slave girl like herself, her intuition letting her feel that this is not only the protection of her Master Barsankes property. Even facing three enemies Erha manages to put up a considerable defense.
She cries out as Erha is wounded, then feeling a quick hand, her basket falling to the ground as she is pulled away, wanting to cry out in panic as she falls into the hand of those men and immediately falls silent as she feels the dagger at her throat, her eyes wide and her body shivering in terror.
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The dagger was moved to a lower position. The tip still feelable through the thin fabrics of Jezira's clothing, she is moved into the open street again by a firm set of hands, the face of her assailant just out of eyesight in the space just behind her. "Move and don't breathe a word slave." The words were menacing and the dagger was used ever so briefly to illustrate the consequenses of not obeying the order.
In the alley behind her, the sounds of the battle were audible for only a few more moments as they moved away through the crowd, the regular sounds of trade and commerce muffling the clang of steel on steel and the gutting sounds of steel on flesh.
Jezira was moved through the streets, ignored by most they pass. Her new "escort" forced her to walk to the harbor district where, after several burns they enter through the back door of an indistinct building into a dark, cramped space. The sturdy wooden door opens into a dark room filled with crates and barrels. There are several more doors, behind some of which sounds can be heard of people scuffling about. "Over there." The man pushed Jezira to the ground near one of the doors, opened it with the use of a key. "Get in there you!"
In the alley behind her, the sounds of the battle were audible for only a few more moments as they moved away through the crowd, the regular sounds of trade and commerce muffling the clang of steel on steel and the gutting sounds of steel on flesh.
Jezira was moved through the streets, ignored by most they pass. Her new "escort" forced her to walk to the harbor district where, after several burns they enter through the back door of an indistinct building into a dark, cramped space. The sturdy wooden door opens into a dark room filled with crates and barrels. There are several more doors, behind some of which sounds can be heard of people scuffling about. "Over there." The man pushed Jezira to the ground near one of the doors, opened it with the use of a key. "Get in there you!"
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Age=28 - SCZ=E - Attendance=daily[/size]
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OOC : This time I have to apologize for letting you wait, but I had a lot of exams to prepare 
IC :
Jeziras body freezes in fear, knowing that the life of a slave is a very expendable merchandise. Still trembling from fear for her life she moves as indicated by her abductors, a last look to Erha, who did his best to protect her.
' Oh merciful Anasis, what will they do to me ?
I beg you, help me please, as I am so very afraid '
Jezira notices that she is taken to the harbor
' The harbor - Shall I just try to run away ?
This life full of shame and sorrow will be over then ?
No ! The Giver of Life, the great mother will not look kindly
on even the most lowly creature that throws away her gift.
Oh please, give me strength, oh Anasis - Mother of All'
A dark building - crates and barrels - Jezira is pushed to the ground and humbly moves down obediently, feeling helpless and so alone.
Then she hears the command and moves into the room behind the door.
IC :
Jeziras body freezes in fear, knowing that the life of a slave is a very expendable merchandise. Still trembling from fear for her life she moves as indicated by her abductors, a last look to Erha, who did his best to protect her.
' Oh merciful Anasis, what will they do to me ?
I beg you, help me please, as I am so very afraid '
Jezira notices that she is taken to the harbor
' The harbor - Shall I just try to run away ?
This life full of shame and sorrow will be over then ?
No ! The Giver of Life, the great mother will not look kindly
on even the most lowly creature that throws away her gift.
Oh please, give me strength, oh Anasis - Mother of All'
A dark building - crates and barrels - Jezira is pushed to the ground and humbly moves down obediently, feeling helpless and so alone.
Then she hears the command and moves into the room behind the door.