Liberation of Slaves [Job]

With a sigh, Leila leaned against a brick wall of one of the buildings in Hargeon town's port. She was waiting for a certain someone and looked around for suspicious individuals at the same time. Today, she was pursuing a special contract that was of great importance. And not only because of the unusually high reward. She was to stop a slave trade here in the town along with her partner. A female slave market to be precise. Not only was such thing pretty disgusting to her, it also meant denial of freedom. And she knew not how to imagine such situation. Freedom was everything for her, the ability to travel the land and explore, learn new things and discover anything she wanted. To be deprived of something like that, she had no idea how terrible it must be. With a sigh, she pulled her hoodie even lower, hiding as much of her face as she possibly could. But she wasn't worried, her partner already knew her attire and should spot her miles away regardless. That said, he was taking his time. Or perhaps Leila was just here too soon, which was probably the reality of things. Client already informed her earlier that there would be a ship filled with slaves and slavers arriving soon. Surely, if they were to inconspicuously follow them, they would discover their hideout and be able to stop anything and everything that is going on inside. At least that was the plan for now, it was entirely possible that Torian would soon arrive with much better idea and Leila's standing here right now was completely and utterly useless. Shaking her head at the stupid thought, she looked around some more.

The city was still filled with life, people and merchants everywhere. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary at all. People probably had no idea that there even was a group of bandits like this and it was duty of mages to protect them from the shadows. Or in the shine of sun sometimes. But it sure was bold, to have such an operation in a big and popular town like this, yet ordinary people never noticed. It probably meant that their opponents were skilled in this trade, not the type of people you want to anger. But Leila was finally a little more confident in her skills and ready to take out the trash, whatever or whoever would be in her way. For the sake of increasing her own strength even further, releasing the innocent slaves and for the hefty reward that was waiting at the end of this all. Of course, Torian would probably say that he was doing it for the excitement of journey again, and for the poor women that were kidnapped and enslaved if he felt righteous. But she didn't know him that well, there was no way for her to tell what he would say before he actually arrived. And so she just kinda waited there, wondering what would arrive first. Him or the ship filled with slavers? Only time will tell her.

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Status
HP: 200
MP: 100%

Word count: 513

Yawning a little, she was almost ready to fall asleep while leaning against the cold wall. But the bells from distant ships soon woke her, along with a voice that traveled from her left side. Turning towards it, it took her a moment to realize who was standing in front of her, even with the familiar furball resting on top of his head. He spoke her name, that was enough to swiftly grab her attention and focus as her eyes scanned the man from bottom to top. "Torian... right?" She asked him to confirm if her assumption was indeed correct. There was always a chance that he would send someone else, the cat as their envoy and symbol by which she would realize they are an ally. But the way he spoke, surely there was no mistaking in his identity. "You do look different. Full of surprises, you are truly." She spoke as she narrowed her body, breaking her lean on the wall and standing on her own two feet, staring into the distant sea laying in front of them. From this place, it certainly looked beautiful. The crystal clear water sparkled under the sunlight's reach, ships sailing on top of the liquid peacefully, almost as if they were carried by invisible hands. But it would all soon disappear, as one of the ships released it's anchor, getting ready to release it's crew and cargo onto the stone which made this place's ground. "Aye." She responded to him, even if he was talking to no one but himself and started suddenly walking closer to the place where ships were resting.

Her eyes were quickly running from one ship to another, until they stopped on the one that just arrived. To Torian's question if she had any plan, she simply extended her hand towards him with her fist clenched, trying to indicate a silent resolve. Big boxes were carried out of the ships by people that looked slightly different from your ordinary sailors or pirates. And as one of the guards approached this scene, to those with keen vision, it was clear that one of the bandits handed the guard a pouch, probably filled to brim with jewels. That was how they avoided being inspected, as revealing the content of those giant boxes would be crushing for them. "See it all? We need to follow them, should lead us right to their front door. From there... I would assume that stealthy infiltration would be the best course of action. Though... if you have a better sounding idea, I'll hear it gladly." She finally decided to answer him, whispering almost as the words left her mouth. They were far, yet she did not want to risk them finding out that these two mages were about to ruin their day. But they had a little bit of time before the cargo would be completely out of the ship, so Leila reached her hand towards Torian's head for now. Petting the talking cat gently, she smiled from behind the hoodie. "How are we doing today?" She like that little furry devil, just how she liked most of the friendly animals. But this one was slightly different, perhaps because he was capable of speech. It made it that much more fun conversing with him.

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Status
HP: 200
MP: 100%

Word count: 549

With how careful those pirates were with their crates, it was rather obvious that a new batch of bound and silenced slaves was inside of the said boxes. Right now, they had the perfect chance to attack and reveal their operation, quickly gaining advantage in the form of guards all around the city. However, if they were to truly do something like that, many slavers would surely manage to escape, along with the one who ruled over this whole system. In fact, it didn't take too long before an important figure appeared in their sight. Torian was clearly watching her, and so did Leila. Though, she did not want to look suspicious. And as such, when the cat spoke, she extended her other hand and grabbed the creature firmly, removing it from the boy's head. Having the bakaneko in her arms, stroking it, she made herself look rather innocent, even with that heavy leather coat she was hiding under. "Indeed, it is good to see you too. But Tori might need all the balance he can get, so try to rest in my embrace for now." She responded to the creature, carefully running her fingers through it's furt and giving it small massage, completely free of charge. And it seemed that her partner thought the same thing as her. Someone with attire that alluring must have been in a good position, if now outright the captain. "She was equipped. And with a fearless look about her as well. If she really is the captain of operation like this, she must be strong enough to invoke respect in her underlings. Otherwise, they would have overthrown her long time ago and sold her as well, for tidy sum I am sure." She gave him her thoughts before turning the same way as she left.

Slowly starting to walk in the same direction with Torian's cat hopefully still in her arms, she hoped he would follow as well. Though, it was his suggestion to follow her in the first place, so it was probably safe to assume he was right behind her without having to turn around and confirm. "Worst case scenario, I pretend to be an ordinary civilian and let them capture me. With that, I could get you info from inside of their hideout." She said with a smile, as if it was no big deal. In fact, she was not afraid one bit of that happening. Surely, the was a chance that they had restraints made out of magic-sealing stone, yet she was still confident that she would find a way to escape and ruin these pirate's day in the meantime. Not to mention that she had a trusty swordsman on her side, who seemed ready to wreak chaos at any moment. Surely, they will be able to put an end to this and capture the head of this slaving group alive for that extra reward. Which was one thing she had to confirm with him. "As bad as they are, the guards would prefer them still alive, so they can be judged fairly. Not sure if you were aware of that so... try to keep the killing to minimum?" She asked him nicely, hoping that he would cooperate without any issues. Sure, swords were meant to pierce skin and bleed opponents, but surely he was skilled enough to actually finish his targets off without having to kill them all, right? That was what she hoped for, anyway. For a concrete answer, she had to wait a little.

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Status
HP: 200
MP: 100%

Word count: 588

The member 'Terith' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

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'Monster Dice' :

Torian agreed that her little plan should only be used as a desperate solution, and yet, the idea remained in Leila's head. In fact, the more she was thinking about it, the more she wanted to do it. Her body started wiggling slightly as her cheeks blushed. "Ehehe, but being treated like a slave... aw geez, how mean~ ehehe~" She suddenly started muttering without even properly realizing it, perhaps showing a little masochist inside of her to the outside world. She was so invested in her inappropriate fantasies that she didn't even notice the change in lady's behaviour. The one thing that snapped her back into the reality were those burly men suddenly all around them. "So much for stealth, eh..." She whispered to Torain who was still beside her, looking around at the same time. Indeed, there was quite the number of them. And some actually looked pretty intimidating. But they handled worse in the past, surely this wouldn't be that much of a problem for duo like this. Not to mention that Torian was already getting ready for the fight. Tightening her grip on bakaneko with one hand, she freed the other and pointed it towards the sky. "Hope you can take them all for a moment~" She said to her partner playfully, her arm suddenly changing in color and texture. It took but a moment for it's appearance to change into one that could remind some of a tree branch in shape of a human's hand. And from it, a whip shot out and stuck itself around a near house's balcony's railing few meters above the ground. Saluting to the slavers, the whip started shortening, pulling her up.

With ease, she hopped over the railing and landed on the concrete floor, overlooking the battlefield. With a smile, she started analyzing enemy's numbers, thinking how to dispatch of them efficiently. And thankfully, most of those guys were pretty confused by her actions, not targeting Torian but looking at her instead. It was almost as if they saw something they wanted under that heavy leather coat of hers as she climbed. Which also probably meant that she wouldn't need to hold back while fighting these indecent men. With a snap of her fingers, a small flower broke through the hard ground and grew right next to her. It wasn't green like normal plants would be, it's tem of gray color very reminiscent of her own corrupted skin. And from it, a big blue fruit hanged, emitting a beautiful light. It was probably best to start with a test of how much those guys can take in terms of damage. Grabbing the fruit, she happily threw it into the crowd below her, since they were all still reasonable close to one another. And with a bang as her bomb hit the floor, she only hoped that Torian was not already attacking, lest he would be caught in the blast. Their communication probably still needed some work and tweaking. But for now, it was all fine and dandy. Looking over the railing, she noticed that the single bomb didn't down a single one of them, but it did heavily damage the weaker looking ones. They'll probably go down very easily now.

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Status
HP: 200
MP: 85%

Word count: 540

Spells used:

Watching her handiwork from above, she smiled as all of the slavers were caught in the explosion to some extend. Unfortunately, it was seemingly not enough to actually off any single one of them. But some damage was most definitely done and that was at least something. Especially since Torian wasn't wasting any time and decided to finish those who got seriously wounded. Leaning against the railing of the balcony, she watched every single move of his, admiring his fighting style. His moves were cutting through the air, clearly striking at least some semblance of fear into the hears of the weaker ones. And she was glad that he took her words about no killing them to his heart. If nothing else, he was at least listening to her words. But the group consisted of more than just few weaklings and even he started having trouble when guns and fast swords got involved. As he retreated further away from them, she leaped over the railing and landed right in the middle of the remaining enemies, her form crouched and hand touching the hand. And in a moment's notice, the stone flooring beneath them started rising as her roots tore through it, promptly coiling around their limbs and crushing them with immense strength. "Don't you dare forget about me!" She shouted, winking towards her partner. Without any delay, her hands quickly transformed into wooden claws as she started dancing around, swiping at the momentarily immobilized enemies in a dance of frenzy. That was sure to bring the rest of the weak ones down and the only ones who remained were the stronger ones, still having some life in them as they tried to free their bodies from her grip.

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Status
HP: 200
MP: 75%

Word count: 288

As unfortunate as it was, her roots weren't capable of immobilizing every single remaining enemy. But at least the weak ones dropped to the ground with a loud thud, leaving only the stronger ones at the battlefield. But to her horror, she saw the veteran slavers readying their water magic, clearly aiming at Torian who just stood there, almost looking as if he was distracted by something. Feeling the cold sweat all over her body in a sudden motion, she tried to move towards him, trying to do something, anything to stop those two. But she was not quick enough, and they unleashed their formidable spells at him. And as if a miracle happened, her partner did something quite incredible. With his power, he was capable of manipulating their own magic and sending it back at them, letting them drown in the humiliation. Her body stopped as suddenly as it started moving just a few moments back, her mouth shifting into an unconscious smile. He really was quite amazing. At least Leila didn't know any other swordsman, or mage, that could bend someone else's magic like that. It was an amazing sight, one worth a dropped jaw for sure. But the bastards weren't sitting on their bums for long, as the quickly got up and whilst trying to save their dignity, their started moving towards him, ready to slice his body into tiny ribbons. Now was the moment she could help him, quickly approaching the two from behind, grabbing their skulls with a strong grip of a wooden hands, and just as quickly forcing them down. Crashing their heads into the hard ground, she surely caused them quite the headache, especially since they didn't expect it coming. That was the nature of a sneak attack from behind, after all.

Giving Torian a quick smile of confidence, she jumped back and turned around. Those two were him targets, and she didn't want to rob him of them. For her, there was still a little leftover standing from her previous attacks. The two lonely slavers who were standing on top of the pile of bodies that counted at least 15 other slavers. Though, those looked like they were nothing but simple beginners. These two were stronger, more experienced. And they were also the ones that nearly shot Torian before. Injuring her partner like that, in was something she would not forget easily. They deserved no mercy, or rather, they wanted no mercy. Staring at her, they both pointed their guns and the same time. Quickly taking a defensive stance, Leila summoned her wooden armor on top of her naked skin, quickly activating it's special ability. A shockwave that was strong enough to change the line which the bullets followed, not allowing them to hit for few moments. And in those few moments, she started sprinting towards them, bearing her claws menacingly and with intend to put them down for the rest of the fight. They already took several hits from her spells, albeit indirectly. Which was probably why they were still standing, although their limbs were shaking and it was clear that they were doing their best to actually keep on standing on their own two legs. But they had to be praised, their shooting ability was not bad, as few bullets managed to make it past the shockwave, reaching Leila's armor as she got closer. She was confident in her abilities and what she was not counting with was the fact that those bullets would be strong enough to ignore her armor completely. The fact that she changed trajectory of four of those bullets probably saved her, as the remaining two that they managed to fire hit her directly, causing not a small deal of pain. Once close enough, she grabbed both of their necks, not stopping her momentum from running and slamming them both into the nearest wall mercilessly as a payment for their attack. Thankfully, it was enough to knock them out completely. They did seem like the 'glassy' type from the very beginning. But the fight was not over yet, she looked back to see if Torian needed any help with his enemies.

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Status
HP: 120
MP: 65%

Word count: 695

Spells used:

Stumbling slightly, Leila felt the full effect of her fresh wounds as she watch her two opponents slide down to the hard ground against the brick wall behind them. But there was also another thing she sensed, a familiar voice from behind her figure shouting inspirationally. And simply hearing those few words spoken by her darling Torian would fill her body with unknown energy, filling every corner of her body and giving her a pleasant feeling. Or perhaps this was nothing unknown to her, rather, it was something she personally would feel very often. Looking over to his scene of battle, she wondered if this was also part of his magic. And if that was indeed correct, she would only admire his skill and tenacity. No be able of filling his friends and companions with energy like this by simply shouting, it was something that you would not experience every day. And not only that, she just now noticed that the pain from her wounds was quickly going away, just like the wounds themselves. She was injured by powerful guns from nearly point-blank range, yet she was healing and rapid pace. It wasn't enough to heal her body completely, but it was enough to ease her. And with all of that, she could watch Torian's fight as well, debating with herself if she should join. But from what she saw, she would most likely only get in her partner's way, ruining his thought-out plans. Thought she went quite pale when she saw one of the pirate's blades almost taking his head off with a powerful swing. And yet, he managed to handle the situation, seemingly with ease and elegence alike. He truly was a strong and experienced swordman, someone who knew how to defeat even the strongest of foes, unlike herself.

Once he managed to put those two slavers down, she would start to slowly approach him, smile covering her face that was for once free of the leather hoodie. However, the rest of her attire was still hidden in that heavy coat, even after battle this long and fierce, she refused to let it go, abandon it behind her. And as she approached her partner, the intention of speaking to him was interrupted by his unusual action, his hands dancing over one of the beaten down pirates. Almost like an experienced looter, he would remove his outfit along with all the accessories and only then he got back up. "Hey, you were almost like a ninja there. Though the imagine of someone screaming banzai and stuff could be both heroic and comic." She finally spoke to him, trying to joke around and lighten the heavy mood. Not that it was too much of a use, Torian clearly wanted to stop this whole thing as soon as possible. And for that, he decided to go with the plan she suggested earlier, or at least with something very similar to that. Clearly feeling her heart beat stronger and louder than before, Leila suddenly blushed and turned to side, her thumbs fiddling together as she awkwardly looked around. "S..so you do want me to play role of slave, h..huh. Of course, I'm perfectly happy to do something like that!" She would answer to his words as he held the cloth in his hands, perhaps not even speaking to him anymore, as he quickly ran off to change. And once he was gone, she would shake her head around, leaving those odd thoughts behind for now. She had another job to do for now.

As the various slavers crawled around, she would spot one that was seemingly trying to escape by moving his body with his hand, dragging it on the dirty alley road. It was truly disgraceful and shameful display, filled with sadness. Only if he wasn't the bad guy, most people would have the mercy to help him get up and take him to the nearest hospital. But their deeds sealed their fate, as slavers like these deserved no such kindness. She would grab the man's collar and drag him to a nearby wall, right next to the two collapsed slavers she finished off not too long ago. Slamming him against it, she would squat down, getting her head to the same level as his. And from beneath her leather coat, her still transformed arm would show, looking like a deadly sharpened and deformed tree branch, she would trace her claws along his chin. "Say, you value your life, yes? So tell me... where can I find your base of operation. Where can I find that pirate woman? Answer me like a good boy and I might just keep you alive." She would talk to him in low, cold sounding voice that was not filled with a single emotion. Her eyes as well, looked empty and distant, as if she transformed into entirely different person in a flash. The pirate was terrified at the sight, and mostly because of her claws. He would quickly pick a piece of black chalk he had in his pocked, drawing a map next to him, as his throat was shaking too much to even allow him speech. Once it was done, showing her the location of their target, she would smile cruelly, standing up on her feet and then kicking him in the face, sending him into the dreamland.

Now there was only the problem of Leila posing as a slave. Sure, it was her herself who suggested it, but now that she was thinking about it, what do slaves wear? Would it be just simple and tattered rags of some sort? Or maybe the slavers just kept them in their normal clothes, not bothering to have them changed into something else. All that was troubling indeed, they would want to blend in after all. But an idea quickly came to mind. They did beat a great number of their men after all, they were all crawling about or laying unconscious. But if Leila was to loose to this bunch, surely they would not kill her. Instead they would drag her back to the base and do whatever they do to slave to her there. With Torian being dressed as one of them, surely they could play this off. He would be in the role of the one that defeated a mighty female mage Leila and captured her! And then he would lead her into the base, right to the boss to boast. And there, she would get released and they would kick their asses together! It was quite the genius plan and Leila was rather proud of making it. It also meant that she would not have to change into anything, after all, she was 'captured' right now and right here. No way she could get changed into different clothes in that span of time. Now she just had to wait for Torian to return in his new outfit, tell him the plan and get praised by him. And she did just that, hopefully having her idea approved by him so that they could head into the heart of enemy's territory and end all of this for good. She was able to taste the delicious reward for the trouble already.

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Status
HP: 160 (+40)
MP: 68% (+3)

Word count: 1206

Waiting for her partner certainly paid off! When he came back into the alleyway, her eyes would practically shine as she inspected his entire figure from the tip of his toes to the last hair. If he told her that he worked in a theater, she would believe him without question! The attire and the way he wore it was simply... too realistic. Indeed, maybe a bit too good for a noble swordsman. He even used some dirt to connect with the hygiene of the common pirates, how nice. When he finally approached, he would start talking like it was nothing. "Why, it would be strange if the prisoner suddenly changed her clothes after being captured, aye? Now, get yer booty into the gear and find that rope!" She would try to imitate pirate speech as well, probably failing miserably. Though her imagination started trailing off again with Leila beginning to drool again. "Ehehe, don't tie me up too roughly. Or do if you want~" Her voice was mellow as always when she was thinking about indecent scenarios in the depths of her crazed mind. Thankfully Torian had enough sense to ask another serious question, quickly bringing her back to the Earthland. She quickly hopped into the air, turning mid-jump only to point at a corner where one of the pirates was. "After some work, I got a map of the base! No worries, I'll lead you to it without fail!" She reassured him and smiled innocently to the contrast of her face just few seconds ago. And with that, she let him tie her hands, going back into the dream land where she was... being done stuff to.

At least she was still capable of leading him the correct way in that state. Their base of operation was few minutes of walking away, but they eventually arrived to a wooden door with a slit in it. And there, a pair of blood-shot eyes stared at them. It was another slaver that was in charge of guarding the main entrance. Torian's deceit worked perfectly as a rough and somewhat wet voice sounded from behind the wood and iron. "Eh? Another one? Where'd ya get stuck, hm? Aaah, doesn't matter. She's looking pretty lovely too, good catch!" He would praise the swordsman in disguise, opening the heavy door for him. Inside was a spacious courtyard where the floor was made out out of sandstone. There were open buildings from all sides, filled with enslaved women of all ages. Though the young ones clearly outnumbered the older ones. And in the very center, the women they were tailing earlier, commanding her man what to do. Next to her, her right hand stood on a guard duty, ready for anything. There were quite few slavers around, but if the captain was to duel someone, surely they wouldn't get in the way. And if she was defeated, they would scatter like mice too.

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Status
HP: 160
MP: 68%

Word count: 489

Torian clearly hated this place from the first look he gave it, doing his best to not blow his cover too soon. As they walked on the crusty ground, other pirates gave them strange looks, perhaps some not recognizing the masked swordsman. Or perhaps it was simply because they were headed straight to the duo in center, the ones that ran this whole operation. And as soon as they got to the pair, they would initiate a conversation. Apparently the captain fancied Torian, probably because his skin was still fair despite all the dirt and his teeth still intact and way more white than anyone's here. Naturally, he would take none of that, and would nearly instantly start a conflict with them. Maybe it would be more advantageous to keep the farce, maybe he would eventually even get the chance to thrust his blade into the nothing expecting captain and finish it all in one swift betrayal. However, that was not the case and the fight would soon start. And even though she fancied the male mage, she may have fancied the silver haired fake slave even more, perhaps because she knew exactly how to treat her slaves. And so, the duo would be separated at least for the beginning of this fight, perhaps not the greatest of things to do, but it was inevitable. Now Leila was standing in front of the captain, who licked one of her guns teasingly, her gaze piercing the young mage's body. Her magic was ready, but the enemy was quick on the draw, first shots being quickly heard. Feeling intense pain in her left shoulder nad leg, she would do her best to move to the side, rolling behind few barrels that were scattered about and now served as her shield from the merciless guns.

Looking at the places that were hit, her clothes were burned thoroughly at the spots. The pain wasn't fading either, making it a bit difficult to move efficiently now. Hearing loud steps nearing her position, the captain clearly hated waiting and decided to get Leila out of the cover as soon as she could. Taking a deep breath, Leila's eyes flash as four columns rose from the ground around the female pirate, her movements being instantly paralyzed. Though not as strictly as weaker targets would be, she was at least stunned for a while, making this perfect moment for attack. Deciding that she should pour her all into offense, her body started changing, adapting the pattern of her roots. Gray skin would soon cover her whole, igniting soon after in order to create a flaming monster. Jumping from behind the barrels, a giant spike would shoot out of the ground beneath her feet as she landed. It was angled in order to drill itself into the pirate's stomach, pushing her along with it. Leila ran on the root as well, keeping with her enemy's body, and as soon as the roots stopped going forward, she would jump behind Scarlet's back, kicking her in order to stop her body from flying any further. With her boosted strength, she would kick her at full force, forcing her body into the air instead. Summoning a bomb fruit next to her, she didn't keep the fruit even for few seconds, she would throw it at the enemy instantly, making her explode midair. Just few seconds later, she would land with a loud sound, her body crashing against the hard ground. Her clothes burned and tattered, she looked way less graceful than before. Looking at the silver haired mage, her eyes filled with something that reminded her of terror and fear.

Clenching her fists, she would firmly grab one of her guns and pointed it at her own temple, knowing that only defeat awaited her if she continued fighting. After all, she was no mage, only a pirate with fancy guns. Against enemy like that, she stood no chance at all. But this was not something that Leila wanted. Despite how bad these two were, they had to stand a fair trial. If they died here, it would only work in their favor. Something like that... she should never allow. Changing her body some more, a whip shot out and coiled around Scarlet's hand. And with one strong motion of her hand, the gun fired, it's bulled grazing pirate's skin but not burying into it as was intended. She lived through her suicide attempt, but was not defeated yet. Placing one hand on the ground as her enemy started fighting with the whip, more roots would make their way towards her and shoot out of the ground, coiling around her limbs and torso, applying great force and restraining her completely. With some distance between them, Leila would start running right at her, jumping at the last moment and kicking Scarlet rather mercilessly right in the face, probably even breaking her nose. Sending her out of her own roots with that attack, the fight was surprisingly quickly over. The female captain was lying on the ground unconscious and the pirates all around would start running in sheer terror. But there was one that did not run, her first mate! Looking towards Torian, she would take a look how he was doing, perhaps even landing him a helping hand if he needed it.

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Status
HP: 60 (-80 from Scarlet, -20 from buff)
MP: 13%

Word count: 888

Fight between two swordsmen. It was clearly something she had no way of interfering with. They were both staring each other down and in the end, poured their very souls into the last attacks. Or at least Torian did, as he managed to defeat his opponent in rather spectacular fashion, leaving his female partner nearly breathless for the most part. The entirety of his appearance changed in a flash, leaving him as quite the sight to behold too. With the pirate crawling at his feet, it seemed that the end was in their grasp. Approaching the samurai from behind, Leila waves and sighed from relief. "I guess we're done then-" However, her sentence was not finished, for Torian gripped his sword once more. And this time, with a clear intent to kill, as his opponent was completely defenseless and actually pleading for mercy. Something was wrong... it almost seemed as if he had lost himself completely in the frenzy of battle. Having to do something quickly, Leila's hands transformed into their bestial, wooden form once more. And with a quick gesture, a wooden whip came out, wrapping itself around that sword which almost erased pirate's life. Normally, blade like that would surely cut through wine whip easily. But this one was reinforced with magic, making that a bit more difficult. As the whip's short length stopped Torian's movement, Leila would jerk with it too, knocking the poor swordsman out of his balance and letting wall on his back. At least that was the plan, hopefully it all happened how she envisioned it. Quickly rushing to him afterwards, she would jump onto his body and straddle him without second though, resting on his stomach. "Oi, oi! What was that? We had a deal, no killing!" For obvious reasons, she was quite mad. And in that very instant, city guard broke through the door, quickly restraining most, if not all of the remaining slavers. Their job was successfully finished. But Torian still had to explain himself.

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Status
HP: 60
MP: 13%

Word count: 334