Terror shook the thugs that Jaio got behind, his blade sharp and deadly, and they nervously dropped bows and rose hands in surrender.  A smile came upon Dalia's face as she watched, and walked to them, her own blade drawn, eyes upon them.  "Good job." She told Jaio.  "you were akin to the shadows, even I did not see where you had gone."  She turned to the thugs.  Then motioned for them to come into the firelight.  "There is bindings in my tent incase we were to take any of these alive.  as we have.  Fetch them, and I will watch out punks before we interrogate them."<br/><br/>At the docks, chaos was spreading.  Two of the men had fallen, and the last was now aware that it was battle, these no timid slaves but the fiercest warriors he had ever seen.  But he was not one to give up, consumed as he was by terror of one even greater.   Looking upon Bound, he spat at her.  "You took us by trickery.  You will not defeat ME though! or our master!"<br/><br/>(Ivan, Bound: Roll initative.  Thugs initative is 1)