<span style="font-style: italic">"Let's do this all from the start, could we? Or have your parents not taught you to introduce yourself when you approach strangers, especially if those came to help you? For a village wench, you have a lot of nerve to talk like this, too!"</span>she stuck her chin up proudly, her hand sliding to the hilt of her katana.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Unless you want to answer to me, Blake, and my brother, off course."</span><br/>Her dark grey eyes grew cold, but the embers of rage still burned in them. It was insulting to be treated like this by a common village wench.<br/>"Village wench? How about you say to my-"<br/>"ENOUGH!" Blake finally snapped. "You have no right to speak to me in anyway you just see fit... Let alone Nyoko... Have you forgotten your life is in my hands as well as Nyoko's?" The soldier raised an eye at Blake rather than Nyoko. What was this mage getting at, she thought. "Now you and this arrogant n'er-do-well have a choice to make... Continue with your disrespect and be left to die... Or show respect and receive the proper treatment. I don't even plan on charging any of you for my services." Blake folded his arms, his midnight blue eyes glared at the female soldier and the arrogant man, freezing them mentally their cold gaze. The two walking away silently, their backs against the wall.<br/><br/>"Good. Since you men have been awfully quiet, I'll take care of you first." Blake turned his gaze to the soldiers on the left hand side. "Nyoko... Could I leave everyone on the right side to you. Leave those two alone for now... I'll deal with<span style="font-style: italic">personally</span>."