The battle went as most battles go. Quick, exhilarating, gruesome, and full of dead foes… She loved it. The two men on either side of her, from the Cold lands, were strong and worthy of her respect. They had much battlefield experience, she could tell by the ebb and flow of their weapons and the way they’d glance at one another interchanging their dance with bloody ribbons intertwining them in partnership. They were like the tigers she read about in her books of study. Fierce and sturdy. They had more experience on the field of battle than her, but she wasn’t about to let that intimidate her! She’d prove her worth to them, and she knew how to fight on flat lands like these.<br/><br/>The white haired girl was prancing around the edge of battle firing bolts at the slavers. She reminded Baichu of a Coyote; Wary of wolves but still packing a strong bite of her own. Just as the butt of her stolen staff crushed a man’s windpipe she heard the Mountain Dweller, the only slave to not jump into combat, say he’d take the deal. Her face twisted into a sneer as she accepted a hand from one of the Cold Landers to swing her body at another guard, her foot cuffing the foul human in the jaw and then she stood over him. The sound of the Cold Lander’s destroying the rest of the Slaver’s behind her with finesse became background noise. Even the man’s dying gurgle under her heel was quiet as she locked eyes with Aelus, the Skinwalker, who was now labeled an enemy. “Stupid coward! Stay enslaved then to your weakness. Accept another Master under the pretense of coin. He will be dead soon anyway-”<br/><br/>The sound of battle had died away and the man under her foot was silent now too, but the reason she didn’t finish her sentence as that Peschek had entrapped the Magic-Flinger. The Miao woman cursed in her native tongue and her hands tightened on her stave. “Slippery weasel.” She was at a loss for a few seconds before coming up with an idea. An idea that she’d never have to put into play due to the Fiery One proving she had the Spirit and Power to fight back against bondage…. Peschek asked the Mountain Dweller to gather the horses still alive and skittering around the battle. The Slaver wanted the Witch enough that he probably wouldn’t kill her…. And if he did Baichu would just slay him to avenge the Magic-Flinger who was weaker than she had hoped. There was no losing.<br/><br/>“Advance on the Slaver.” The Khanate said, keeping an eye on the Dweller, as she moved forward aggressively. That was when the Magic-Flinger fought back. In mere moments Peschek laid tightly bound. Strangled by his own whip that had moved like a viper. She was impressed.Thoroughly impressed by all here today expect for one whom had lost his ‘deal’ and was surrounded by equally experienced foes. Brown eyes caught the falter in the Witch’s form and the look of utter exhaustion that crossed her façade. "We are free now. Where shall we go?" she asked them. "I'm so, so tired. Please, someone carry me." Steady hands supported the other woman and Baichu smiled patting her shoulder. “You did well, Magic-Flinger. I will catch us a horse and take you to a town. There my debt to you will be paid.” The dark hair woman looked to the two men and pursed her lips before bowing head that still dripped with the blood of her wounds from earlier. Her own exhaustion coloring her voice. “I, Baichu Khan, thank you for your help in this fight. You are honorable men. May I trouble you to help the Magic-Flinger as I catch us horses? Your freedom is your own now. You can do what you'd like, but I ask of you this one favor.”