Fay sucked in some much needed air the moment that the manâ€™s hands loosened on her throat. She had no idea what was going on until Theraida offered his hand to her. She could hardly believe he was helping her out when she had proven to be more trouble than help in this fight but she took his hand allowing him to help her to her feet. He looked her straight in the eyes and motioned to her dropped sword which she quickly recovered, â€œThank you.â€ She said with her voice a little horse from being chocked. Back to business it seemed she sighed mentally as he decapitated her would be killer and then took a stance in front of her, â€œI donâ€™t need your protection.â€ She said bitterly moving to his side, â€œJust have my back and I will have yours.â€ She was confident in her wording and she had seen how much more advanced he was in fighting then she was but she could not look weak.<br/><br/>She went into a fighting stance and looked at the five men left, â€œGo for the guards, Iâ€™ll go for the weaker ones.â€ With that said the men spaced out with one slave and guard going for Theraida and the other three going for her. She cursed lightly under her breath knowing that she might not be skilled enough to kill a guard. At least this one was not the one she had traded with Theraida earlier. She moved and kept her back to her ally letting him know she trusted him and in a way she was trying to maneuver the guard closer to him, â€œCome at me if you think youâ€™re man enough.â€ She winked and taunted the guard who was dumb enough to take the bait, â€œTheraida!â€ She spoke his name for the first moving out of the way and hoping he understood what she was doing. The guard had charged right at her allowing her more skilled ally to attack him while she went straight for one of the slaves who held a small sickle. If she was wrong then she may end up with a gash in her side but if she was right than they would have two more dead.<br/><br/>She side stepped to the left and countered a blow to the right side of her face. Her sword swung out to slice into the manâ€™s thigh and then up to cut into his arm. The man bellowed in rage and swung haphazardly at her but he left a large opening when he over reached. She took her chance and shoved her sword straight up under his ribcage and into his heart. Blood sprayed from his wound coating her arms and chest but she did not have time to be disgusted. Another slave was coming at her with a dagger. Her mistake was that she had lodged the sword too deeply into the manâ€™s chest. She cursed and let go of the blade, diving for the sickle instead. Her movements changed completely from when she used a sword. She adjusted her stance in seconds moving more fluidly and slicing up the manâ€™s chest, spun, and sliced open his cheek. She kept moving without giving him time to strike at her before she sliced into his calf and finally into the back of his neck, â€œNote to self, use smaller weapons.â€ She said with a grin and turned to see how Theraida was fairing.