Morigan stared at the men before her in horror, shrinking away from the guard who reached in to her cage to pull her out, into the grasp of Tyrone. "This is an execution! This is a death sentence!" she said, soft voice cracking. Yanking back from the man, she snarled, swinging her bound fists like a club, and putting one guard on his ass. Then she leaped away from the store keeper, baring her teeth, eyes flashing. A younger man, still a boy, really, passed in front of her, blocking the door. She snarled again, jumping forward and barreling into him. Instead of falling, though, he merely stumbled back, giving her other guard the chance to catch her.<br/><br/>A fist caught her on the ear, setting her head ringing, and buckling her knees. Dimly, she heard someone say she had knocked the man out... it was a shame, it was the guard who had been kind to her. Hands looped around her middle, then suddenly she was thrown over a broad, muscular shoulder. Voices jeered, cat calling and yipping. Dimly she heard someone shout encouragement. "Do 'er here Tyrone!" one man called, drawing hoots from the others. She wasn't sure who carried her, but the man slowed slightly at the call, causing her to begin to squirm in his grasp.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>