Larissa was horrified and awestruck, temporarily tongue-tied. These men were battling over them, as if they were mere objects, and at the same time, the prowess and dexterity this man was showing was unlike anything the young princess had ever seen.<br/>He was moving, shifting and attacking in the kind of nimble manner only warrior from legends could, at the very least from what she had read about. Her own guards were novices compared to him, and the very thought made her tremble at the idea of what he could do to them... herself and her handmaidens.<br/><br/>She took the chance, as everyone was too busy, too entertained in the battle they had engaged in, to remove her ring, the ring which carried her family's seal and hid it behind one of the large barrels to their right. If these warriors were to know she was indeed the only heir remaining to Fayedge, her fate would be far grimmer. Her trusted handmaiden stared at her wide eyed: Even in this circumstances, to give up on such a cherished and respected symbol was borderline sacrilegious, and yet she didn't speak a single word against it.<br/>Asha was hurt, and bleeding profusely. If she kept this on, it would be impossible for anyone to save her, even Larissa's magic. She held Asha close, and whispered in her ear she'd do anything in her power to save her.<br/><br/>Closing her eyes, she tried to push all sounds and distractions away. She felt the energies which hid within her, the warmth of her own powers flowing away from her slender fingers and onto Asha's trembling body. Larissa couldn't heal her completely, not without some peace and quiet, and certainly not without catching anyone's attentions, and yet she made sure the wound was far less fatal, far less likely to end her handmaiden's life. She also took great care to aid it heal enough to be less painful than it had been so far, a dim blue glow emanating from her fingertips and onto Asha's stomach.<br/><br/>Their fate was now at the hands of this warrior, and as the fight finished, Larissa held her breath as she awaited to know what he'd order. He didn't have them carried away with violence nor beaten, and didn't tell his men to remove their clothings. Such orders would have been possible given the stories Larissa had been told about the savages who'd try to break them within the first moment of slavery, and so was relieved he asked for wounds to be treated and provide them with nourishment. Of course they were investments, and to mistreat them would be to lose their true value, but Larissa could deal with such rationality. She could do nothing against a mindless barbarian, though.<br/><br/>So, she followed behind her captors, walking with her head hung low, her long strands of dark hair half covering her beautiful features, as if trying to conceal them from anyone who knew how the princess looked like. Larissa tried her best to ignore the yells of pain, the screams of horror, the mayhem taking over her once precious city. Holding down her tears, she walked behind her captors, trying to keep an ounce of pride within even as she was now little more than  a mere slave.