<strong>Day 1 - Noon</strong><br/><br/>The two brutish slavers quickly retreated near the wagon, as if realizing the situation aren't in their favor. The merchant stares down at the red-haired woman, sizing her up. Physically, her muscle tones seems honed for battle and hours of training, this is no mere amateur fighter but an experienced one. A few old wounds and scars marred the well toned body of the red-haired, clearly seen amongst her scantily-clad body. Her dark brown eyes continues to stare at the three remaining slavers, including their merchant leader who still sits comfortably on the wagon, guarded by his two brutish slaver guards.<br/><br/><strong>"You have some guts woman, getting between me and my prize..."</strong>, the merchant suddenly spoke. A smirk find its way to his crooked lips, now and then he glance further behind the fighter towards Arlen, as if making sure the girl hadn't run off. In her current stance, the red-haired woman was pointing the blade-end of the halberd towards the merchant but with the comment, she immediately retracts her stance, bringing the massive weapon by her side and planting the other end of the haft to the ground next to her.<strong>"...I always get what I want and that girl is no exception, you'll pay dearly for getting in my way woman!"</strong>, the merchant threatens her.<br/><br/>However, the threat obviously fell on deaf ear. The red-haired woman has an aura of calm about her and she simply chuckle at the threat the merchant issued towards her.<strong>"I'll pay you say?"</strong>, her brief chuckle ends abruptly as her face contorts to anger, her piercing eyes now stares deeply into the eyes of the merchant.<strong>"You never stood a chance scum! I've dropped your two men in a matter of seconds so do you think the other two will fare any better?"</strong>, she arched her eyebrows, as if issuing a challenge if they'd stand any chance against her.<br/><br/>Her intimidation seemingly works, between her piercing eyes and the truth of her words, small beads of sweat appears by the merchant's forehead, a clear sign of restlessness and anxiety. He gulped once before turning his gaze to his two remaining men,<strong>"get up boys, this isn't our day it seems"</strong>. As if realizing the hopelessness of their situation, the other two immediately climbs to the back of the wagon. The woman could've swore she heard a sigh of relief from one of them and truthfully to be told, she can't blame them, her halberd has cut down plenty more people than all five of them combined. A few moments is all it takes for the merchant to drive his wagon back to the dirt road and disappear from sight completely and once she was sure the threat has passed, the fighter turns her attention back to the naked girl.<br/><br/>Her smooth milky white skin, though sweaty saw no scars, wounds or even cuts nor bruises which prompt the fighter to believe that this girl is no escaped slave. She walked over Arlen and stops short a few feet from the girl, her eyes as piercing as ever, studies the girl's naked form, her skin glistening from the sweat and nervous situation she had been put through.<strong>"You got some courage girl, prancing about with naught a string on your body like that..."</strong>, she suddenly spoke. Then she walked behind her,<strong>"stand up girl, let me have a proper look at you"</strong>. This close, Arlen should be able to determine that this woman is rather young despite her garish voice, easily late twenties. Her sweaty skin brings color to her bronze skin, and brings out the details of her old wounds on her arms and belly as well as the muscles she developed all over her body. Despite that, she is still an attractive woman, her full breasts barely contained in the triangular cups that makes up her scale mail brassiere.