Karma figured the man had some sort of fighting skills or else he would not have taken the job. Plus he wore that sword on his hip flashing it to everyone he came in contact with.<span style="font-style: italic">A big sword enforces much intimidation, but what really counts is if the wielder can actually use the weapon." </span>She thought to herself before he moved and his skills were shown. He wasn't too bad, he knew his blade but she personally wouldn't of chosen that type of blade, much to big for her taste. A guard fell her way and she kicked him in the head for good measure then waited patiently to be released.<br/><br/>After the manacles left her wrists she rubbed then and winced from the contact. The skin around them were rubbed raw and she hoped to the gods that they would heal rather fast. Once she knew that her hands were not broken she made her way out her cell. Her eyes darted around her. Moving from guard to guard, watching their every movement. She didn't want to be caught unaware and as fast as her 'bodyguard' was she didn't want anyone to slip by and hit her or who knows what they would try.<br/><br/>She slipped a look back at the man with the huge sword but kept going. She smiled to the other slaves hoping they would be treated better know that the man had threatened them and their whole operation. She passed by the guard who always visited her cell at night after slipping her a drug so she wouldn't be able to fight back. Anger welled up inside her like a volcano, she couldn't hold back. Her fist balled up at her side and when she was close enough she struck. Her fist landed dead square center on his cheek and the force from her blow sent his head side wise and she heard a crack as something broke. Her hand stung a little but she glared down at the pathetic man and spat at him.<br/><br/>"That's what you get you filthy pig. Don't ever touch another woman again or I'll come back and job you into little tiny pieces." She said to him before she continued to walk out of that god forsaken hell hole.