As soon as she felt her arms and legs freed from her bindings, she rubbed her wrists, a small grin forming. Fighting the guy who had ordered her home be pillaged, it was even better than she had expected. Slowly, watching the man holding a few weapons, she took a cutlass, eyeing how the blade gleamed in the light of the torches. Beauty wouldn't do her any good here, but it still looked like a nice sword.<br/><br/>She took a fighting stance, staring the man before her down with a hateful glare. He, and everyone else, would pay. With that single thought in her mind, she let out a cry and lunged towards him, sword poised to strike.