Anastasia looked at the man who had killed the auctioneer. She knew she didn't look like royalty now, but that was because she was bruised and beaten. Her eyes widened at the mans comment and instantly followed, she wanted freedom, no, needed freedom. She had been a slave much too long and longed for it. And now that freedom was right in front of her, she'd be stupid not to take it.<br/><br/>She could feel the mans energy radiating from his skin, and noticed his incredible speed and strength. She didn't much like violence but she knew that this was the man who was freeing her, so she was sure to stay close by him. A minute ago everything was so calm, and now slaves were running from their cages being set free, if they were smart enough they ran away, some tackled the aristocrats to the ground and started to beat them senseless. Revenge for what they had done to them. Anastasia would've loved to get revenge but there wasn't any time if she wanted to stay alive for a long time.