Amara vs Slavers 9 | warrior fight | free bondage stories

He had to act. The way the fight was progressing, the warrior had no way of winning that. The dancer was exceptionally more skilled than him. And, if he was true to himself, she was way better fighter than him as well. He didn't want to deal with the possibility of the woman killing the warrior. If then, she would probably kill him too after. And if she didn’t, he would have to explain this situation for the mage on his own and he wanted to avoid that at all cost. And helping his comrade would maybe end the dispute they had because of his debt. They would grab the money; the slave and then be on their way.

He sneaked behind the dancer and made his move. His dagger striking his opponent cleanly. But the rogue was confused. No. He was way beyond that. He had just stabbed the woman. She should be at death’s door. But there she was. Unharmed. From the corner of his eye he could see the slave girl as surprised as he was.

He looked at the woman's back carefully now and something wasn't right. Where there should be skin there was an unnatural red and black mass coming from her back. At first, he thought it was her own shadow. But it was moving. It shifted its position left and right, up and down. Then he felt pressure on his own hand, moving his dagger away from the girl. What was pushing his dagger away looked like a hand. Actually, It WAS a hand. A red and black colored hand moving toward his direction. And it was moving out of the girl's body. As it moved, its form was becoming clear. The hand, then the entire arm. A head. After that, a torso. Slowly, it was taking the appearance of a person.

Although it looked like a person, it's form resembled more a person's shadow. The appearance was an exact copy of the woman, with the only difference being the lack of details on its appearance. Only the silhouette. The red parts pulsed like a magic energy, but the black spots were simply lack of light. It was a shadow. HER shadow, to be more precise. Because, as soon as it moved away from her body, the woman had no more shadow on the floor.

It's an explanation that he couldn't make sanely. The shadow crawled from the floor, moved toward the woman's back and protected her from his attack. He thought that three times in his head and still didn't make sense. But it was reality and it was what happened.

The rogue imagined that the woman made some sort of spell that gave life to her shadow. But she didn't recite any incantations during the fight. It still didn't make sense to him

Then, it came to him. An information that he acquired months ago, at table games and taverns, mentioning a mercenary that could manipulate shadows. The most distinguish features of that person was that their clothes were of a bright red color and how their enemies would say that their attacks resembled a foreign dance. He also remembered joking about it, as people with those kinds of abilities would use dark colors for their outfits and not some bright red that could be easily spotted.

There were several jokes and hypothesis about it. One that he laughed to was that the person wore red because didn't want blood to stain on their extravagant clothes. And the dance part was certainly some kind of exaggeration to justify good footwork. But, at this moment, he was looking at that person. It was no joke and no exaggeration at all.

That outfit she was wearing was, clearly, from her homeland. And the style seemed to be from the land of Barak, the country with the largest desert in the world. And the deadliest assassins. Their warriors were resistant to its severe weather and the red they wore was to symbolize the color of the sand of their land. But still, he never imagined that a fighting style that used dance and shadows could be from such a continent punished by its harsh weather.

That particular mercenary he talked and joked about at the tavern had her back to him now. Her shadow was holding his hand firmly and wouldn't let go. That mix of black and red from its form creeped him out like a ghost. His voice trembled, remembering how the men decided to call that mercenary.

"…....C-crimson dancer?!" Said the rogue, his voice stuttering.

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Amara has never seen anything like it. What Nadia was doing was way beyond her comprehension. Nadia made a copy of herself with her shadow. And that was helping her fight. It protected her from a fatal wound. The rogue mentioned ‘Crimson Dancer’. But she had never heard of nor read anywhere that nickname. When she trained, she learned that, different from mages, there were fighters that had abilities that were close to the unnatural.

They could use magic energy with their bodies but they weren’t doing spells. Mages could, generally, channelize the energy from the environment and manifest it into spells. They would have to make incantations or rituals and had to use a catalyst (like a staff) to produce them. She didn't had the knowledge to grasp how that process worked. Fighters with different skills could use the energy in their bodies and produce different unnatural abilities (self enhancement of their strength or speed, for example). Both had a similar raw energy source but, at the same time, were the exact opposite. That much Amara knew from her studies.

Nadia could be categorized as the latter. She was using her energy to manipulate her own shadow. It’s an unnatural ability that worked like a mage’s spell. That explained how she was creating a shadow creature to help her fight.

Then… her eyes and vanishing like that… are those her abilities too? Amara thought inquisitive about Nadia's skills.

“I must be slipping. Normally I would have killed you before you could get near me. But, credit where credit’s due, you aren’t as bad as I thought.” Said Nadia to the rogue.

Amara looked as the rogue tried to step backward. He didn’t even care for the condescending compliment that Nadia gave him. He was clearly scared. Afraid of his enemy. He wanted to pull his hand free and retrieve his dagger at all cost.

The shadow, as the rogue tried to free himself, just let go, releasing his hand. Which made him stumble and almost fall. At that moment, the shadow made its move, bending itself in a somewhat whip form and shape and kicked the rogue. Which was sent flying and his back hit a tree. He screamed and his body contorted with the pain but it might've been more from the shock of that unusual attack.

The rogue was shaking. He was clearly scared of the woman before him. He tried to stand up but his shaky legs made it difficult. As soon as he did, he looked at Nadia and then to his dagger. It was like seeing someone question themselves ‘I got this back. Now what?’.

Both Nadia and her shadow walked toward the shorter man. As if they were a reflection in a mirror of each other. On each of their hands were their own scimitar. They were about to attack.

“Did you think I lost sight of you? These eyes can see pretty well at night.” Nadia pointed at her red eyes, imbued in magic. “Although, I seriously thought you would stay put and wait until I had dealt with that meathead. But you are as stupid as he is.” Nadia glared at the man in front of her. With those red eyes she was particularly menacing, bringing a cold chill running not only on the rogue's spoke But Amara as well.

“… I give. Y-you win! Y-you don’t need to continue.” The rogue was clearly scared and afraid for his life.

There was no room, right now, in his heart to deceive anyone. And to show that he meant those words, he threw all his weapons on the floor. The dagger that was on his hand and the other that was resting on his hips. He also threw away the sword and shield that belonged to Amara and he was carrying. He was unarmed now and put his hands in the air to show that.

Nadia looked at the items on the floor and then at the man. Her cold stare could almost pierce through his soul.

“… You two attacked me, put my girl in danger, and now think that I should let you surrender? I’ll kill you two right here.”

She menacingly went toward the scared man. He was almost curling and begging even more for his life. Nadia and her shadow had their sword up and ready to make the finishing blow. But, from behind, she sensed someone looking at her. But it wasn’t a feeling of ill intentions. Nadia turned her head and saw Amara, with her eyes at her. The cuffed girl was kneeling on the floor, looking intently at her. Her eyes showed one expression. Fear. She was scared. She was scared of what Nadia was about to do. To kill a man that lost the will to fight. Nadia realized that and as an answer she…

“*Sighs*. You don’t know how lucky you are.” Said Nadia with dissatisfaction on her voice, but also a hint of shame.

Nadia put away her sword, back to its sheath. But she remained with her shadow alongside her. If he or the warrior tried anything she had a weapon ready to handle him. The rogue breathed extremely relieved, as she spared his life.

Looking back to the floor, Nadia saw that the warrior hasn’t moved from the spot he was. But she noticed that he had now a small glass flask on his hand. And inspecting carefully, he had a liquid escaping the side of his mouth. He had drunk something when Nadia had her back to him.

“I don’t mind that you drink a healing potion. But if you try attacking me again… trust me, I won’t be as nice as before.” Said Nadia, although she saw that his wounds weren’t closing. That's… weird… She thought.

When Nadia said that, the rogue immediately stared bewildered at the warrior. Both were now watching the warrior's body shaking. Then, after a few seconds, his shaking became more violent.

“Oh, no!” the rogue said, knowing what that meant.

“W-what's going on? What's happening?” Asked Amara, confused with what was happening in front of her.

The next second was another surprise for Amara. The warrior's face lost all traces of sanity. His mouth foaming like a sick, rabid creature. His wounds didn’t heal but he ignored them. He used his sword and attacked. He twisted his entire body to aim at whom was behind him.

Nadia saw the attack coming and was already in position to dodge. She already had analyzed the speed and strength of her opponent. Dodging his attacks wouldn’t be a problem. But, this time it was different. That attack was faster than any previous ones. Insanely faster. As if it was dealt by a different person.

She miscalculated. Nadia won’t be able to dodge that in time. She had already jumped to dodge but it wasn’t enough. That sword would cut her in two in midair. That’s when her surviving instincts kicked in. She made her shadow move and protect her like a shield. To take the hit before her and gain precious fractions of seconds for her to survive. If it could move in time.

The shadow twisted and moved like a serpent ready to hold its prey, following the orders of its owner. It moved at frightening speed between Nadia and the sword, putting its dark hands up front, as if ready to catch a giant object. It took the hit directly. The creature, if it could be called that, didn't have a mind of its own but it protected its creator as commanded. It took a single blow and dispersed like a cloud of smoke, as if it never existed in the first place. But that was enough. It bought enough time for Nadia to dodge unharmed. The rogue also took advantage of that and escaped that mortal blow. No one was expecting that that attack would be so fast. If Nadia didn't have used her shadow to protect her, both of them would be dead at this moment.

“W-WHY DID YOU DRINK THAT? ARE YOU STUPID?” The rogue screamed at the warrior. His voice was staggering but he was furious and afraid for his own life.

No one was sure if the warrior understood what the rogue said. He wasn’t speaking coherently anymore. Just grunts and groans. As if he wasn’t human anymore. But as it was, he looked at the rogue who had screamed at him. And slashed at his direction. The rogue tried to crawl into safety. For his luck, the sword struck a tree. If it hadn't, the rogue would be hit by the sword’s blunt force.

But not only the attack was faster, it had become stronger. The great sword might had struck a tree but it didn’t get stuck. It passed through the thick truck, cutting the tree in half. And, for the rogue's misfortune, since he still was on the floor, the falling tree went directly at him. He desperately tried to escape but the truck got his legs.

“AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGH!!!!” The rogue screamed with all the power of his lungs as his legs got crushed under the heavy tree.

But the warrior didn’t have enough. After all, the people near him weren’t dead. That’s all that mattered in his mad state of mind. He slowly approached the hurt rogue for the finishing blow. Taking his sword with both hands and aiming it at the rogue. But that attack didn't happen, as Nadia came from behind and made several consecutive attacks on the warrior's back with her scimitar.

“-GggrrrGRRrrAaaggGhhRRR-!!!”

The warrior howled like a hurt animal. But ignored his new wounds and turned to rush at the woman who assaulted him. The attacks were, in its own way, not different in style from the previous onslaught of blows and swings the warrior was doing at Nadia when they began fighting. But the increases speed and strength made everything much more difficult to handle.

Nadia wasn’t counter attacking this time. She was now in defense mode. Dodging and escaping only. Amara saw it and was deeply worried. Nadia was backtracking and the warrior was in constant pursuit.

W-why isn’t she attacking? What’s… Amara thought but then realized the situation as her eyes met with Nadia’s. Even though she should be focusing at the enemy in front of her.

“Nadia… you’re protecting me?!”

The girl understood. The dancer wasn’t doing her habitual style because it consisted in deception. Evading the eyes of the enemy and getting them by surprise. That style wasn’t suited for protecting someone against a frenzied enemy. If Nadia used her abilities to vanish from the man's sight he would attack anything on his field of view. And that might be Amara.

“Damn it! Damn it! Damn It!!” Amara cursed. She struggled and struggled until her wrists, arms and neck hurt.

Amara could only watch as Nadia constantly protected her. Risking her life. She wanted to help. She wanted to, at least, have her arms free so she could be of use. But the shackles were unforgiving. She wanted to cry. Cry from anger and desperation as she felt how helpless and useless she was at this point.

“No! I won’t cry! I need to think of something… anything…”

Looking in all directions, Amara tried to find any means to help. But she only found the results of the fight. And also, the badly injured rogue under that heavy tree. She ran toward him as fast as she could, doing her best to ignore every sensation she was feeling on her body.

I-ignore…. ignore… Amara constantly thought.

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“F-FUCK!! FUUUCK!!!!!!”

He was in severe pain. The rogue could only feel the pain of his bones, crushed under the tree. He tried to push the truck aside but his position wasn’t favorable for that. Also, he wasn’t strong enough to lift it and any movements he did hurt even more. The only person able to free him was the one that put him in this situation.

Ah…fuck it… I’m dead. Can’t use a potion like this. I’m fucked.

Healing potions could help someone to an extent. Even the best and most powerful potion couldn’t heal an injury like that completely. And, even if it did, if he couldn't get himself from under the tree, he would be back to how he was and feeling more pain.

He was sulking, his eyes closed and waiting for the worse. He was trying his best now to forget the pain. But he heard an annoying voice next to him screaming and calling to him.

“Hey!! HEY!!! Open your eyes already!!”

He did. And saw the shackled girl next to him. The source of his troubles. No. His troubles started because of his addiction for gambling. He gambled all his life and lost most of the times. This moment was another gamble for him that he lost. But it was easier to blame others for his mistakes.

“What do…uurrr… you want? Came to laugh at me?”

The girl stared at him but didn’t laugh. Her face was flushed red and her breathing erratic. But it didn’t concern him.

“If not, go hide in some hole. Maybe you’ll survive.” Said the rogue but it was clear that he just wanted her to disappear from his sigh.

The woman looked at him at first with sympathetic eyes for the situation he was. She looked at his leg but seemed to realize that she couldn’t do anything. Then she gave a stern look at him. Not even mattering what predicament she was in with her bondage . And that annoyed him even more.

“You have to tell me. What did that man do and how do we stop him?” she asked him.

The rogue needed a few seconds to digest the question that she did to him. And laughed. He didn’t continue laughing because it hurt more.

“You’re something, bitch. There is no ‘help’. What he took was a drug that increases physical attributes in exchange for his sanity. Ugh…. Quite good for a dumbhead like him… don’t you think?” He answered with a sarcastic smile on his face, even with all the pain he's feeling.

Yes, it was a drug developed by an Alchemist. An acquaintance of the mage. They ordered potions from him from time to time. Healing potions, antidotes and, sometimes, drugs. Usually, those drugs would be something to use on possible slaves, like sleeping drugs. But, rarely, he would develop weird things that had to be tested. Like that frenzy drug.

“Then an antidote. Anything to force him to stop.”

She didn’t wait for him to mock her. Now he was getting angry.

“Didn't you hear me?! THERE IS NO ANTIDOTE! Argh!.. Fuck, this hurt!!” He yelled at her. “Hell, that guy won't stop until he kills everyone… Or if he dies...”

“Wait! What did you say?” Amara asked confused at what the rogue told her just now.

"Hehehe... and he drank the whole thing… He'll ignore pain and keep going... and going... He’ll kill us and probably die in a dirt hole from blood loss and fatigue...” He said, with a small sense of satisfaction, knowing that the warrior will also die.

The girl looked at him with an expression of sheer confusion.

“Then… WHY DID HE HAVE THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE??” She screamed at him. But she was right to be confused about it. Who, in their sanity, would give something dangerous for an unstable person such as that warrior? The answer though, was simple.

“The mage gave to him… said that it was just a strength enhancing drug. But that he should use… only when absolutely necessary… because it was one of a kind… hehe… funny, right? But I heard the truth... That rotten son of a...“

The girl was fuming with rage at this point. Not that it mattered to him. But then she started some weird breathing exercises and seemed to calm down. After that she turned her back to the rogue and showed her cuffed arms. She sat on her ankles so she was now closer to him. But she also seemed to be whispering something like “ignore… ignore everything else…”to herself, like a mantra in between her breathing exercises. Her face was red from ear to ear.. He didn’t understand.

“T-take these off. I’ll stop him.” She said looking at him over her shoulder.

He wanted to laugh more after hearing that. He did a bit, but then suppressed it as his legs started to hurt more.

“… You sluts… must think that I’m really stupid. I won’t free you. You want to escape. Forget it. That… freaking dancer... everyone will die here...“

“Then, you want to die like this too? Doing nothing?”

She cut him off. He looked at the girl that had her back to him. Slender arms cuffed in a reverse prayer that he himself had put her into. Saying something idiotic like fighting someone who she had zero chances of winning against. And now, appealing to his moral and survival instincts.

“I don't. If I’m going to die, I want to try fighting first. But I won’t die. I’ll get that bastard…” She told him but looking at the direction of the fight.

He wanted to laugh at her conviction. He thought it was deplorable to hear a slave he captured giving him such a speech. And pathetic of her to hold into false hopes.

“… then I’ll free you from under there. But I need my arms! Please, help me!”

The rogue looked intently to her. Now he was the one confused.

Did I hear this right?! “What do you…”

“We don’t have much time!! I won’t break this promise. Please, I’m begging you here!”

She repeated what she said. She begged at him not only to help defeat the warrior, save that dancer, but also rescue him. He knew better than everyone that words meant nothing. But this woman he enslaved was asking for him to take her word. He wanted to laugh again at her. But this time, it wasn’t the pain that stopped him.

“You…you’re seriously-”

“PLEASE!” Amara begged again, this time vehemently yelling.

The rogue stared at the girl, then looked at the fighting that was still going on, at least what he could see with the tree blocking most of his vision. The dancer was getting tired of dodging. It appeared that she had the idea that whatever the warrior drank, the effects would end soon. But it was only serving to get her low on stamina. Time was running out.

“F-fuck. Yo-you better not be lying to me.”

The girl looked at him, now with a radiant smile and thanked him.

Weird woman. Did you forget that I chained you like that? The rogue thought, but also grabbed the key that was tied on his neck. The key to all the padlocks on the girl’s shackles. He hesitantly looked at the key and then at the metal cuffs.

“Fuuuuck!! I’ll hunt you from the afterlife if you are!” He strained himself to approach the girl’s shackles and open each lock. He ignored the amount of pain it brought to him as he moved.

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She was near her limit. Nadia got the timing of the warrior's attacks, which increased in number, speed and power by the second. She couldn’t use her vanishing technique because the warrior might decide to attack Amara. Although she now lost track of where the girl was. But she decided that she couldn’t risk it. And since her shadow clone had been destroyed, she couldn’t resummon it, and traveling between shadows would fall on the same issue as her Vanish.

She had only two options left. Attacking with her sword or keep on dodging until whatever was affecting the warrior came to pass. But there were problems with those options. Counter attacking a frenzied enemy, which ignored pain and fatigue, with her curved sword, that required several attacks to stack damage on the opponent, caused her to use too much stamina. And evading each attack of that great sword, that were getting closer and closer to hitting her, was doing the same tiring effect on her. And when it hit the floor it made a shockwave that she could feel the impact on her body.

The pressure is too much. If I fail here… it’s all over. Thought Nadia as her body was already sweating all over and she was breathing heavily at this point. “Give it a rest already, you meathead.” Nadia called the man before her, but he didn’t seem to care nor understand human language anymore, only grumbling and growling like an animal.

With each attack, the warrior was getting dangerously closer in hitting Nadia. Her options were ending fast.

… if I have to resort to that… I… Nadia knew she was getting desperate if she had to think about using her trump card. It was something she wanted to avoid at all cost. It was a very risky move… but… “You're giving me no choice here, big guy.” Nadia began her preparations. Her iris now turning into a brighter red and her pupils dark as the color of the night sky. She made her stance, waiting for the warrior to attack again. His sword was coming from the side.

As they were both about to strike, something came from the right side and hit the warrior straight on the side of his head.

“Heh?” Nadia, surprised, lost her focus and her eyes turned normal.

They both weren’t expecting any outside interference and it was a shock for Nadia. The warrior, who had all his strength concentrated on his left side, receiving the blow, made him lose his balance and fall. He wasn’t damaged much but his instincts made him look where the attack came from. Nadia, on the other hand, looked first what was the object used for that attack. It was a metal shield, the same she saw on the rogue’ s back. It was thrown at the warrior.

“What the…” She searched for the person who did that. It was Amara, carrying a metal straight sword on her right hand. “Princess? You're free?!”

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Amara threw her shield at the man with all the strength of her arm. At another person's perspective, discarding her only means of defense was a foolish strategy. But she found no other means to, at the same time, help Nadia as fast as possible and take the focus from the warrior. Besides, with her own strength, if she defended against his attack with her shield, she wouldn’t be able to sustain the damage. So, discarding and using it as a throwing weapon was her solution. She also might need to be as light as possible for what she was planning to do. So, in a way, she was thankful for not be wearing her armor as well.

“What are you waiting for? I’m right here! Face me already!” She taunted the warrior, which was trying to stand up and looking at her with those mad staring eyes.

“RrrrRrraaaAAaarrhhH!!” Even in his barbaric state, he recognized the woman. The same woman who knocked him out days ago. The same woman who made a fool of him at the mountains. The same woman that looked at him every time with defiant eyes that made his blood boil.

He dashed at her, kicking the ground and lifting himself up. With his left hand, he was holding his great sword. Never letting go of it. He ran at Amara and completely ignoring Nadia, who had been next to him and fighting for so long.

“Shit! Princess, what are you doing?!” Nadia called for Amara and tried to stop the mad warrior to run at the girl. But… Ugh… my body… she lost too much stamina and even if her trump card failed to initiate, it took its toll on her body.

Amara, on the other hand, stood still. She was holding her sword with both hands. The warrior was ready to attack her. She knew that she couldn’t avoid his attacks. She wasn’t as agile as Nadia or the rogue. She knew she had severe limitations at this point. Her arms were shaking because of how long and the position they were being held by those metal shackles. She didn’t even had time to enjoy that she was finally free. And there were other distractions that she was doing her best to ignore.

“Ignore… everything else… focus on the opponent… ignore…” She repeated over and over. Inhaling and exhaling as the warrior approached at frightening speed. Amara made her fighting stance. A basic lowered sword stance, standing still. Her dominating leg slightly back, pivoting her. She forced her hands to stay firm and steady as much a possible.

“RrrrRaaaaAAAAAAArrrrrarr!!!” The warrior was at range. His sword swinging on Amara’s direction. The raw power of that attack was enough to kill Amara. His inhuman battle cry could be heard for kilometers and ringed on her ears.

Amara timed her attack. Her sword moved on the same direction of the warrior's. Her decision was a clash of blades. A girl-knight versus a frenzied warrior, twice her size. The decision of that bout was written in stone. There was no way for her to win by comparing her strength with his. But that wasn’t her true intention. She knew she had no chance of winning based on power alone. Her plan was a true competition between a straight sword and a larger great sword.

She couldn’t move and dodge gracefully like Nadia. Her style was direct, pure and simple. But she also had a few tricks herself.

The swords met. Her legs, arms and shoulder immediately felt the impact. A cracking sound of metal breaking could be distinguished between the loud noise of two blades clashing into one another.

Her decision on that attack was based on the quality of both weapons. Her sword was well taken care off. When training, the first thing she learned was maintenance of her equipment. ‘Never let your sword down and it won’t let you down.’ her teacher would say. All the other guards followed that to the letter. She had to honor that teaching and do the same. And she always did. But the warrior's sword, on a careful look, was a shame to any decent fighter. It had lost its sharpness long ago. Had cracks on several places of its blade. Since the warrior nonchalantly used it to demonstrate his might, it was to be expected.

Another thing that she learned after that teaching was a Sunder Attack. To use her weapon and destroy the one belonging to her adversary. It needed a number of factors to be on her favor for it to work. Two she had already checked before engaging in combat. Her weapon and of her enemy. The third, and most important one, was her own ability of executing it.

Her sword won. The warrior’s lost. But she had to capitalize that small victory. Her sundering attack was immediately followed by a diagonal slash, on the opposite direction. Her hips turning at the same time as her pivot leg moved forward and her sword came directly toward the man’s chest. A textbook attack, cutting through his armor. The warrior made a roar of pain, feeling that attack and falling once again on his knees.

But Amara wasn’t cheerful for winning, nor moved from where she was. Her whole body was shaking, specially her legs. Her hands couldn't hold her sword any longer, dropping it on the floor.

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Although, it wasn’t over yet. The warrior was still alive. His body was weak due the lack of blood and the accumulation of severe wounds all over. His weapon was useless. But he tried to reach Amara with his hands. If he reached her, breaking her bones would be easy, even despite his conditions. To crush her, like a dried stick. He slowly approached his hands toward her neck.

“That’s enough, already.” A calm and cold female voice behind him spoke.

He didn’t have time to turn his head properly and see the person who talked to him. A shiny, thin and curved metal swiftly came and went through his neck. He didn’t even see it coming his way. It was too fast. And now, it was over for him.

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She looked at the corpse, falling limp on the ground. It gave Nadia a lot of trouble but it was finally over. She was relieved that Amara was fine and her own body was finally well to move after the ordeal. But she wasn’t content. She looked at the girl that still had her body shivering like a scared cat and she was displeased.

That was the most irresponsible and most dangerous thing I ever… “What the heck were you thinking, princess? You could have been hurt or worse.” Nadia scolded the frozen girl as she approached. She touched and held Amara’s arm. The moment she did that, Amara’s body felt weak. The whole strength on her legs were gone. Nadia pulled her closer and held Amara on her arms.

“Idiot… Don’t do something reckless like that again…” Nadia whispered for Amara as she hugged her.

As if coming out of some trance, Amara woke up and felt being embraced, seeing Nadia’s face very close to hers. She felt relieved and happy for being useful after so long and to be hold tight like that. But, as if a switch turned in her head, she started to struggle and push Nadia away. Her face was in a shade of red that she never thought it was possible.

“G-g-get-get off me!”

Nadia looked at Amara confused as to why she was trying to struggle free from her. But each time Amara pushed she put more strength on her arms and kept her closer.

“What’s wrong, princess? The fight’s over.” said Nadia, not letting go of the girl.

“I-I-I-I… I know that!! But it-it’s your fault!!”

She got even more confused and looked at Amara in the eyes. And as Amara saw Nadia’s, she immediately hid her face with her hands.

“My fault? What are you-”

“Y-y-y-y-your fault!! It’s your fault that I’m a pervert now!! W-what will I do???”

She couldn’t understand the nonsenses that Amara was saying. She tried her best to interpret what Amara was saying. Then, after almost a minute of imagining what it could be, it kind of came to her. The crotch rope that Nadia tied up. Amara had been using it all day. Her body must had been extremely sensitive. Nadia put a knot at a very particular spot for that exact reason and it’s been rubbing there. Even now, as Amara moves around.

“I-I tried to ignore… I re-really tried to ignore!!” Amara still had her face covered by her own hands.

The fight made Nadia forget about it completely. And, when Amara stepped up to fight the warrior, she moved her body harshly. The reason her body was all shaky wasn’t because of post-fighting fear. It’s most likely that it was…

"Did you… by any chance… because of the crotch rope… Princess… did you have an org-”

“Don’t. Just… Just don’t say it, please.”