Parthevia Empire

[Bloodedge]

"Southern part to the left, huh. Alright..." Fudo said in his preparation to head in the desired direction. "Don't go left!" Bakura interjected from the back of the cart. "If you turn right, there's a way clearer path a few turns ahead." Following the younger male's advice, Fudo turned right. Eventually, a combination of directions from Yasmin and Bakura resulted in Fudo stopping the cart at an outpost full of slaves, who didn't seem to be without a master. "That's strange. Did this Shaqeeq have other people to manage his slaves?"

[Apollymi]

Yasmin had nothing more to say about the directions. She was actually also more inclined to follow Bakura's directions as they were more likely to get them where they wanted to go without it being too much of a problem. And it seemed to do exactly that within just a few minutes of beginning their ride. Of course when they arrived, Yasmin was notably confused... this was of course because this place wasn't abandoned and people were still moving about as if they still had a master to answer to. "No... Shaqeeq had no such thing. He was not a very trusting individual. Unless... someone else in his family has taken over here. No one accounted for his not returning from the dungeon, even his brother was surprised when he didn't emerge with me." she mentioned. This immediately made the girl become guarded. She didn't like the way this was looking right at the moment.

[Bloodedge]

"Well... it seems like we'll have to change our approach a bit," Fudo said as he looked out onto the field. It seemed the largest group of working slaves was being driven by a very skinny blonde male who wore little more than a black strip of cloth around his waist, which wrapped around his torso by draping over his left shoulder. This young man wielded a whip in his left hand to keep the slaves in line. A very strange thing to note about this blonde, blue-eyed male was the teal-colored lipstick he wore, which matched his nails and the gems placed on the ornaments he wore on his neck, ears, arms and legs. "Could that be one of them, by chance?"

[Apollymi]

As they approached and gathered that something was amiss, Fudo suggested a change in their previously arranged strategy. As they discussed this possible change a new male presence was noted obviously keeping the slaves in line. This male was blonde, with teal accents and matching coloration throughout his person. Which was surprising enough when she thought about it, but given his look, he couldn't possibly be one of the Harron Clan's dungeon capturing siblings. "He isn't one of them... everyone who is part of the Harron Clan has purple hair." she said. Though this strange male was indeed doing a job usually reserved for direct members of the family. This could only mean there was a great deal of trust presently placed in him. "Hmm... he must be one of the Household members, its about the only way he could be so trusted." she mentioned. She wasn't liking the way this reorganization was looking, actually it was all a fair bit distressing considering, but she supposed there was no time like the present to face what would be her greatest challenge to date.

[Bloodedge]

"Household Member, huh? Lemme at 'im!" Bakura chimed from the back of the cart, only to be halted by Fudo's raised hand. "Wait... that may not be for the best. If he is part of the same Household you two dealt with before, they may not give second thought to apprehending you with everything they've got. Let us start things off while the two of you relax. Nasira!" Fudo called out to his childhood friend to relay the thought that she should be the one approaching this particular individual. If they were both Household Members, Fudo had faith that Nasira would be able to thwart any challenge he could send her way, and if he was wrong, then he knew he would quickly be going on the offensive as well.

Knowing what Fudo's call was meant to imply, Bakura decided not to speak to Nasira further. Instead, he moved closer to the front of the cart, and leaned toward Yasmin. "Hey Yas, what does apron-ding mean?"

[Apollymi]

Yasmin heard this plan of attack and though she figured Bakura would want to be involved she was also against this for the same reasons that Fudo mentioned. A small smile appeared on her face, as he called his own family member in to be the one to do something about this particular individual. And Nasira who had been paying attention to everything going on with the pair up front immediately understood her role in this and hopped from the cart without a second thought. "Yeah, yeah... got it covered." she said as she approached the unknown male. Once she was within earshot she gave a minor warning which she figured would be alright give the discussions between the two dungeon capturers. "I have a minor request. That you free all the people here, or take me to someone who will hear out that request." the small black haired girl said her demeanor and body totally loose as she made her request.

Meanwhile, Yasmin was left to watch this encounter happen from the cart. But before she could really get into it. Bakura asked a question which made her turn to the younger male and blink twice. But given she was a nice person at heart, she'd not question his need to understand this word, and would only give him its definition with a warm smile. "Apprehending, means to capture or take down depending on the situation." Yasmin having finished her speech was rather curious about what the childhood friend of Fudo would do in this situation and it seemed she would take the same route any of them would take in the same situation.

[Bloodedge]

The blonde male was prepared to crack his whip on a few of the slaves near him, but he was interrupted by Nasira when she approached with her request. He looked at her quizzically while continuing to raise his whip. Who did this girl think she was? After a few moments of silence, he smirked. "And who are you to ask me, Shaka, to free these things? They will never be let go, and you will not be taken to Lady Shadiya without chains of your own!" With every intention of making this bold girl into a slave here and now, the boy apparently named Shaka cracked his whip, not at the slaves, but at the raven-haired girl who had so brazenly approached him.

"Ugh... all these words that mean the same thing as other words. Why can't everybody just keep it simple?" Bakura asked rhetorically. Fudo took his attention away from the interaction between Nasira and the blonde lad for a moment to address the lad in the cart. "I could always teach you, you know?"

[Apollymi]

Nasira looked at this man, and at the slaves she'd saved from an impromptu beating and she sighed. She figured this wouldn't go as smoothly as simply asking, but still she'd held out hope that this man would be reasonable. Still at this point, the man turned his whip on her claiming that she'd be next in chains before being taken to the person they were looking for apparently named Shadiya. Still there was the matter of this whip being cracked in her direction, but oddly enough the little black haired girl didn't back away, or even flinch from the sound it created. Instead she watched it and at the last second took hold of it. Allowing it to wrap around her right arm and her to take hold of it in the same hand. "That was weak... I was hoping to avoid any unnecessary violence." she mentioned as she pulled against the whip aiming to either disarm this man or drag him closer should he chose to keep hold of it. "I am Nasira... just a free person aiming to have a simple conversation." she mentioned still ready for whatever was to come next.

Meanwhile back at the cart, Bakura displayed a bit of frustration at the use of large words by the people in the cart. Yasmin was about to reply unexpectedly enough, it was Fudo who offered to teach the boy more about the words which were missing from his vocabulary. "Well, that is nice of you. Baki, we are all about sharing here... any of us would tell you anything you wanted to know. I'd totally take Fudo up on that offer though. The variety of words may seem a bit unnecessary, but finding the ones that give strength and meaning to how you feel, and having the ability to move other people with what you say... those are skills that can't be overlooked." the young woman mentioned, just in case, the younger male would have an issue accepting the help offered by Fudo.

[Bloodedge]

A twisted grin passed the blonde's face as this girl grabbed his whip, as if he was excited to see such a thing happen. This was followed by him being pulled by the whip toward this Nasira person. Shaka released his hold on the whip before he was brought within striking distance, and coasted the rest of the way toward the girl. In the end, he stood directly in front of her, heavily leaned forward in such close proximity that he could be heard clearly with a whisper. "Free person, Nasira? You're not allowed to get past me, and now you're not allowed to leave. So come on. Get your chains."

[Apollymi]

Nasira wasn't even surprised by this man's reaction to her grabbing his whip. After all, given she was able to do it without any problem it was obvious that she'd done it at least once before. Beyond this point, she knew the types of people who would turn a whip against another human being and they weren't the types of people who were satisfied with non-violent solutions. His words caused nothing but disgust in the small dark haired girl, and his presence so close to her was repulsive. Even so, she kept her cool and stated very clearly. "No." and with that and with this man so close. "Fine, since I am not allowed past you I have no choice, but I did try." she mentioned only to hop up and immediately aim to pull this guy's head directly into her knee, combining her upward momentum with an attempt to force his head downward, her apparent only goal in this to completely incapacitate the man in a single blow and move on from this point to one which made more sense than trying to speak with someone who was obviously not going to understand the point.

[Bloodedge]

Nasira had no intentions of becoming one of the slaves here. That was fine. No one ever wanted to be enslaved for the remainder of their days, after all. But, Shaka was confident in his idea that it would not matter whether she protested this enslavement or not, as she would be unable to stop him. When Nasira's hand reached his head and began pulling it toward her rising knee, something strange happened. Over the course of the single second it would have taken for this to happen from start to finish, Shaka disappeared and reappeared behind the girl. While her upward momentum continued, he aimed a kick backed by the forward momentum of a meter's dash toward the girl's rear end.

[Apollymi]

Nasira was all but perfectly capable of ending the average person's rampage in the matter of a couple of seconds, but it seemed she wouldn't be allowed this normal dignity. Instead, she soon found her target was not at all where he had been in the previous moment. Now, Nasira didn't consider herself to be the greatest physical fighter in the world, she was however quite sure of her abilities to handle herself, as such, when she found herself being kicked in her rear, she went with the motion going further up and taking the time to rearrange her body before making her descent her eyes narrowing quite a bit. 'There's no way he's faster than me... ' she thought as began her descent. Soon enough her feet were touching the ground again one slightly raised up to the ball of her foot, the other dangling over that. 'If he's a household member... then I have to assume he's using the Djinn's ability... but I have only a couple of choices in how to handle it.' she mused thinking over the options she'd smirk and go on to do another attack. This time moving forward swiftly to aim a kick at the man's center while spinning the rest of her weight into it. Her aim apparently simply to make contact and double the man over in this singular instance, but even while confronted by something she didn't seem to understand, she was very calm and apparently singularly minded while she attacked.

[Bloodedge]

Indeed, it did not seem like this man boasted the same level of speed as Nasira, judging by his body language alone. Even Fudo from afar found something strange about the fact that there was no build-up to his sudden movement, no matter how quickly it seemed to happen. 'Could he be vanishing?' the man wondered as he continued observing. During Nasira's second attempt at an attack, Shaka refrained from moving entirely. That is, until the moment before her kick was intended to make contact with his torso. In that second, he vanished and reappeared again, this time with his whip returned to his hand and already being cracked at Nasira's backside to begin what would be a barrage of lashes aimed at the lass.

[Apollymi]

As this apparent fight carried on Yasmin was left to be a bit confused as well. 'This isn't good.' she thought. She'd never seen this individual before, but she was quite used to the way slave masters in general dealt with individuals. And with one apparently being able to vanish and reappear in an incomprehensibly short amount of time, this would not end well regardless of the physical condition of Nasira herself. The pink haired woman frowned as this occurance happened again, this time while Nasira was aiming to kick this man, he disappeared and reappeared with his whip and lashed out at the girl repeatedly.

Nasira to her credit didn't cry out, she simply managed to look very confused as the first few hits met her rear while her kick met nothing but air. It was a confusing moment for her. 'Alright he was there, and then he was gone, and now he's somewhere else entirely and with the time to pick up speed.' she thought about this for a second. As she did she was brought to a moment of clarifying thought. When discussing the potential dungeons and Djinn up for capture, it had been stated that one of the types of magic affected space-time. With this in mind the girl realized she wasn't simply out of her element in this fight. Even so, she twisted after a few hits to her rear seemingly unimpressed by the power of this apparent whipping. After moving out of range she took an odd stance, with one fist extended and the other close to her body. Her feet were aligned with one flat against the ground and the other raised to mid-calf level. Her only desire in this moment, to hit this young man with her next attack. This girl began manipulating her magoi and when she did, the golden cuff on her arm began to glow. "I can't believe you actually beat people into submission when you hit like that..." she said her tone mocking. It was a simple tactic but she'd been trusted by her friend and she didn't intend to let him down. "Next time I strike... I hit you." she said her posture changing as she rushed forward this time instead of the kick she aimed a strike at this man's fore like she was going to punch him in the stomach but with it, would come a burst of flames caused by her manipulated magoi and the Djinn vessel she was using. As such the flames would be instantaneous and lasting in the singular direction before the girl and for a wide arc following the path of the intended strike.

[Bloodedge]

'Oh... That's not teleportation,' Fudo thought after witnessing Shaka's second use of this mysterious ability. Though Yasmin was content to be wary of the man, Fudo found himself relaxing once he'd figured out what this man could do. "Actually, this is perfect. I don't know if she realizes it yet, but Nasira's natural ability can overcome what that man is doing."

Meanwhile, Shaka snickered at Nasira's reaction to his whipping. "Ooohhh, somebody taught you how to take a beating? Now you're just getting me riled up. C'mon then. Hit me." This time, when Nasira charged him, he raised both arms in cross formation, showcasing the 8-pointed star glowing on his left wrist guard. As the fire began to emerge from Nasira's leg, Shaka's eyes widened, but that was the moment he would vanish from sight. In actuality, he had paused time with his Household Vessel. Once he had done so, he stepped away from the black-haired girl and the fire that her leg had spawned. He could feel the heat on his abdomen even now, but he was safe. In this one second of frozen time, he stepped to Nasira's left and wrapped his whip around her neck. Continuing to move around to her rear, he returned time to its normal progressive state, intending to begin strangling Nasira to hold her in place until she submitted.