Baichu sat stoic like the stone. Her black hair swishing behind her in the cool breeze that was sweeping the plains. The beet in her calloused hands was half-eaten. Her teeth stopped tearing into it when she couldn’t take the flavor anymore. She thought about chucking it at Peschek.<span style="font-style: italic"> ‘It’s hard enough to do some damage.’ </span>She thought with a stern expression. Deep brown eyes turned to glance at the fiery one and brows burrowed together. She wasn’t finishing her beet either and seemed different than usual. Her shoulders were strong today, filled with some unknown resolve. “Tsk.” The Khan clucked her tongue turning her head away. She didn’t like the strange sensation she got from the young woman. It filled her with heat.<br/><br/>So she looked at the young woman to her right instead. The fool who bumped into her earlier. Chapped lips deepened into a bigger frown as she watched the girl talk to a guard. Soon she was kicked by the guard for speaking with such insolence. It was her own fault and she’d get no sympathy from Baichu. ‘<span style="font-style: italic">Stupid girl. One should preserve their strength for a real battle. Not get beaten like dog in chains. Wait till opportune moment and strike!’</span>Just as she was about to say something to the pretty, white haired fool a familiar sound graced her ears. Horses and their strong feet pounding across soil.<br/><br/>She whipped her head around, dark orbs searching the horizon that Peschek was grinning towards. “Ah, our latest buyer.” She whispered, watching the well trained steeds huff indignantly under people who couldn’t use them to their full potential. The lances the soldiers had were similar enough to her old Halberds and spears. Her fingers itched to grab a rein and a weapon to plunge into these twisted men. Their lifeblood would soak into her flesh and she would be rejuvenated as a warrior.<br/><br/>Peschek and the fat man, Count Valishin, exchanged pleasantries and spoke of things that made her blood boil. The fat one looked at them, the three women, with hungry eyes. Like a wolf eying rabbits, and spoke as if they were things to play with. ‘<span style="font-style: italic"> The last man who thought me to be a toy was castrated by my own fangs, fat dog. </span>’ She thought with venom. He approached and if glares could kill he’d have died by her gaze by now. He looked nervous under the weight of her sight so he turned to the fiery one whom was staring at the earth. ‘<span style="font-style: italic"> NO, fool! You look a predator in the eyes!</span>’ Bai mentally was screaming looking to the red head, feeling almost protective of her.<br/><br/>The fat man spoke in a language she did not know. His greasy hands sheathed in armor kept trying to touch the young woman who shimmied out of the way in her chains. Baichu shook her head and began to study her enemies instead of fretting. The copper one was going to have to be protected by her when they arrived at the fat man’s home. As he turned away chuckling and Baichu felt sickened by his jiggling fat was when she heard something. Something awe-inspiring and terrible! Something similar to the Old Khan’s grand tales of the past; which she and Baraar listened to sitting round their warm hearth fire. Baichu felt adrenaline rise like a tidal ave over her as the familiar battle sweat littered her brow. Her pulse skyrocketed while the fat man approached the fiery one with that same distasteful grin again. Something was about to happen. Baichu could feel it in her.<br/><br/>And it did happen. Rather suddenly Count Valishin was on fire and they were free. The Noble was in shock for a few seconds before fight or flight instinct kicked in. She stood and raced forward on powerful legs while everyone was still preoccupied with the burning idiot. She threw her beet into the rear end of one of the new horses. The animal reared in surprise making his rider fall off and Baichu tackled the stunned man while he lay prone. Strong fingers gouging out his eyes then taking his head and snapping it with a quick right motion. The Miao’s brain counting downward for when the soldier’s would collect themselves enough to counter attack. She needed to get everyone up and revolting before that. She took the lance and swung herself up on the horse releasing a throaty yell at the prisoners. Not surprised to see some already up and fighting.<br/><br/>“ATTACK IF YOU HAVE ANY HONOR!”<br/><br/>Peschek blinked turning his head up in surprise, her yell bringing both the soldiers and guards out of their daze. They were leaving the Count Valishin alone now. It was too late to save him as the putrid smell of burning flesh filled the air. The little man’s eyes widened as the stolen horse came barreling towards him and he barely jumped aside with a yelp. Baichu’s lance penetrating a guard’s throat and with a powerful flick of her wrist she separated body and head. Bringing her beast’s body next to the copper one in a defensive position the Miao glanced her almond eyes downward. “Can you use more spells on the riders, magic-flinger?” She asked the young woman a bit respectively. Even if she fell to these men today… at least she died honorably in battle next to a thing of legends. And when she came back in the next life maybe it would be as a dragon to seek revenge on all her foes.