Tannow might have been able to sidestep the hit. It was unclear. But either way, the master took the hit, managing not to make a sound even as the wind was forced out of him. He stood, braced, silent for a moment, before his eyes slowly rose to meet Setrina's and his voice came rough and intent. "Remember. This. Feeling." He took a deep breath, and relaxed, masking any further pain from the blow. "This is a blow against tyranny. Against your slavery. When the tasks I have given you become too hard, too painful... Remember this feeling. *That* is what you're working for." He managed a slight smile. "Except instead of just punishing me, you're striking out against every bastard that would dare to keep you chained.<br/><br/>"And when you've done enough, those chains will be gone for good."