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[Lo'campo]

He watched as the child ran into the arms of Blitzer. He impatiently waited for the little girl to calm down enough for him to ask his question. The day had been full of mess since he encountered the two slaves. He pondered now asking himself why hadn't he left them to die yet, or better yet leaving them with Blitzer. He caught himself now realizing that she was in his head again. A nod from Blitzer gave him the ok to approach the girl. He started off strong sizing the little girl as he would a full grown man. Where is my sword?" he barked at the child demanding an answer. The child's eyes watered again as tears proceeded to travel down her cheeks. He pinched his brow, he didn't have time for this right now. Why was working with people so difficult, all he did was ask a simple question and now she was crying. He looked to Blitzer for assistance with the child, motioning her to say something. Lo'campo took the chance to do some scouting of his own swiftly disappearing around the corner checking to see if the woman hadn't made it too far from where they stood. He jogged along the path that led to the Quarter seeing no trace of the woman or thugs that he suspected tried to stop them. He turned down another alleyway still seeing nothing that would notify that someone had come along the path. He was confused. How could a petite woman armed with a great-sword with who knew how many slavers hunting her and her daughter like dogs escape with visibly no struggle? The thought dumbfounded the Akalak. He continued to walk back to Blitzer and the child hoping that she was able to calm the little girl by now. His stepped in something wet, looking down he noticed a red trail leading to a small crawl space. He went into defense mode holding his lakan to where he could easily injure anything that came from the hole. Pulling on what looked to be clothing, Lo'campo pulled out a man who by the looks of it was caught off guard by the weapon that he had given to the woman. Was he a slaver or an innocent bystander caught of guard by a frantic mother with a large sword? Lo'campo looked at the wound, it was messy and deep. By the looks of things he was caught off guard. Who would hide his body though? Were the slavers try to hid their tracks? Leaving their brethren to rot in a hole in the wall? Putting the body back, Lo'campo decided to study the surroundings for anything else that could tell him what happened. There wasn't much other then rocks, trash, more rocks, more trash. He really didn't see anything. How was he going to get his sword back now? Taking the dead man back from inside the crawl space he searched the corpse checking all the pockets and finding a note with a lock of hair. The note read "We have the woman, give us the child and we will let you live, meet us by the docks when the sun begins to set behind the horizon. Sincerely Slavers" Lo'campo tucked the paper into his robe along with the lock of hair that he assumed came from the slave woman. Traveling back he regrouped with Blitzer and the child. He awaited for a response before he let them know the news.

[Fallon]

Wherever the Akalak ran off to was not her immediate concern, she was too busy distracting the child and trying to work the answers out herself. Besides, such a demand when raised with an angry voice did very little in persuading one to talk. She gave a squall of noise, her form flinching as she buried her head into the neck of Fallon. The hand gently rubbed, her brow raising as she gave the reassuring pat to the child. After a while, she simply lowered the girl down once more and took the lower, kneeling approach to conversation. Clearing the air in her lungs she simply looked, and gave the child a simple tap on the nose. Nothing to worry about here - she hoped.

"Yeah, he's a bit of a mean one isn't he?" Fallon gave a snort, the gloved finger tip brushing the strand of hair to one side, "Claims he's not a hero, yet still keeps on trying to do the right thing. Pretty weird that one don't you think?" She gave a shrug, her gaze for a moment looking on after the direction he had gone, before she slowly continued. There was a sigh, "Confusing too. Get the feeling he doesn't quite know what he wants to do with himself. Still," the gaze snapped back, "Now he's gone for a little while. Maybe we can help each other, eh, Kiddo?"
"Don't call me Kiddo," the girl scowled back. Fallon resisted a smile and tucked it behind a neutral face. There was a firm nod, her lips pursing together as she did.

"Very well. You've got a lot going right? Lot of adults and older people trying to push you around and get you to do things, right?" Her fingers laced together then, a look up and down as she tried to imagine what was going through the girl's mind. Rubbing a tired eye she managed to summon up a smile and looked solely upon the tiny one. Here was Sunberth's Red Wolf, a warrior, a scholar, a mage, talking to a child without a concern - something that amused her silently. Shaking her head she continued, "Almost like they don't quite understand what you're going through. Not going to lie to you, but I don't have a clue what's going through your mind right now. But, I'm going to need you to help me try and help you."

Sucking in the air she gave a look over the girl's shoulder, a narrowing of eyes as she heard the distant thundering footsteps as the approach was made once more. The gaze flickered back, her expression growing serious, "I know it's hard, and I know the world is a bit of a frightening place." She watched the nod in response, the large eyes trying to understand what was going on in this world, "But, I need you to trust me and do as I say, Okay? Good... Now, your mother," she rubbed her chin then, her lips twisting as she tried to think of the right words, "We need to get her back, don't we? Now, where do you think she'll..." Her voice drifted off, eyes looking back up as Lo'Campo returned - her brow raising briefly, "So, our magnificent not-a-hero, crime fighting, detective returns at last. You solved the mystery yet or are you still looking for more clues?"

[Lo'campo]

Glad to see the little girl now calmed and somewhat in a better mood, Lo'campo stepped forward. Tell the child that her mother has been taken and held for a trade off, or take her and be rid of the problem? A difficult decision indeed. Blitzer's words snapping him out of his train of thought, asking if he had come across anything? The child's face was puffy, eyes red from excessive crying for the lost of her mother. "Are you ok?" he asked trying to be...what was the newly discovered word? Petch he couldn't remember, but he didn't want to be on the child's bad side seeing that she was his responsibility now until something was figured out. "I don't know, would you be ok if your mother was taken?" the little girl shot back. He was caught by surprise with that response. His first thought was to put is lakan to the child's neck and make her piss herself a couple times, but he knew that would get him nowhere other than a fight with Blitzer and he really didn't think that one would be easy as a couple slavers. "Well I wouldn't know, I killed my mother when I was born, I never had one." The comment sat in the air circling around waiting to be replaced by other words. Feeling as if time was moving quicker, and his window off opportunity closing, he grabbed child throwing her up upon his shoulders. "Where are you taking me? Put me down!" Absorbing the little kicks from the squirming child, he continued to walk signalling Blitzer to follow if she was still willing. "I'm taking you somewhere safe while I go get your mother, and my sword." The light kicking and punching from the girl stopped as she kept quiet. Wet droplets fell upon his forehead, was it raining? No. Looking up he saw the tears falling from the child's face. "What's she crying for now?" He whispered to his female acquaintance unsure of what he had done to bring sadness about the child. He was very bad with emotion...feelings in general. He didn't understand how the social world worked, so he really was confused about the girl's crying. After a few turns through the alleyway, they approached the building known as the Sunset Quarter. It's shadow cast out over the yard cooling off his warm body, as well as signalling how much time he had to meet the slavers. Walking through the door of the large building, he brought himself to an abrupt stop barely running into his land lady and boss. "Watch where you are going lady." The child spoke unaware of who she was talking to. His body stiffened as Jilene's grey eyes cast themselves on his face. "Who are you?" She asked with her hands upon her hips looking to pick a fight. "It's me Jilene, just my friends." "Nice to see you actually meeting people, but tell your friends to watch their tongues before I have you kick them out." "Yes" he quickly spoke and hurried to his room before the child could say anything else. "Welcome to my humble abode" monotone voice Lo'campo sat the child onto his bed. "Stay, don't touch anything, don't leave this room, don't talk to anyone." Going about his home, he rearranged things that he felt shouldn't be touched. Pulling hi nakh from his robes, he handed them to the child equipping them onto her hands. "Should anyone try to attack you, use these. You are skilled in waving your hands so these should prove to be somewhat effective." he teased. Tightning his clothing and equipment, he slipped the letter he found to Blitzer. "So what are we going to do?" he asked while she read the letter.

[Fallon]

Fallon just sighed as the two children as they bickered. A stab of words here, an attempt to be more dominant there, it left her only to pinch her brow in small annoyance. A suck in of the air, a glare out over her fingers to the pair of them, a flicker between the two faces as they seemed to both writhe at each other. She shook her head. She offered very little sympathy for those who tried to play those cards to gain leverage, "As you and probably quite a few others Not-Hero."

It was with the slow steps that Fallon shadowed him, eyes flickering to and fro as the child squawked and made her complaints known very loudly. Cheeks gave a puff, the smallest roll of the eyes as she fell into something of bemusement, as their idle bickering continued. When the child squirmed and struggled there was only another sigh, and when Lo'Campo finally leaned in to ask upon what he could have possibly done to offend the girl. Shrugging she looked away, "Like I know? Maybe you picked her up wrong? Or maybe it's the woman's touch?" Her eyes came swivelling round into a burn then, sharpening as she looked, "Or maybe it's because you spoke without thought on a sensitive subject to a child. Try thinking in the future."

Regardless, they were making their move now. The Sunberth Quarter closing in around them quickly, the dull monotones caressing the shapes and forms. The usual rabble of the street seemed to sigh away, sitting in their small corners and rolling their dice. There was a few glances looking towards the Akalak as she child continued her complaining, a momentary weighing up on whether or not to involve themselves. He was an obvious outsider causing problems for one of their own, a child - it amused her as she tried to work out the psyche of the people. Her gaze swivel round to the others. There was only the shake of the head, her lips twitching to only mouth at them a single word - Scars.

Her head snapped forward again after that, the gentle clink of steel as she made her way after him. Through the shadows and into what could only be described as the establishment of his residence. Skin prickled, her Lykata throbbing almost in anticipation as see what could be discovered. Regardless there was little more than a small respectful nod to Jilene, her lips curling into a line in the best reassuring manner she could - it was the least she could do. Whilst she did not directly enter Lo'campo's room, a sense of nerves that she would be trapped and the lack of invitation put her off, the letter that was forced into her hands snatched her attention away enough. Gloves ran across the rough edges, a flicker of attention across the script that marked it.

For a while, she remained little more than silent. Words repeating within her head, a flicker back and forth as she tried to establish the value of them. How true were they? A threat or a promise? She peeled off her left glove, fingers stroking as she focused upon it. Not that she got far before she was interrupted once more.

"We?" She looked at him then, her brow raising somewhat to him, "Well, as it is you who is the one who chose to involve himself, who decided to play hero and it is addressed more to you," she offered the letter back then, her expression falling behind one of neutrality, "And I have yet to actually confirm whether or not I would actually help you... Well. Conclusion jumping are you not?" There was then a flick of the hand, the glove being pulled back on and the gnosis dipping out of sight, "Besides, why are you still interested in helping? Surely to gain your peace you would hand her over, no? Of course, that means you would then be making deals with slavers..." She let the thought drift and settle for a moment in the air. And then the gaze lifted and met his, "Unless, of course, you've suddenly had a change of heart Hero?"

[Lo'campo]

Taken aback by her response, the blue giant had to bite his tongue in frustration. "Don't yell" he told himself, fireballs shot from his eyes. "Then why follow me all this way with your...nagging and questions? Why assist me in getting this child to safety? What? Do you want to hear me say it? Is this all for self satisfaction? Fine then, I care, I want to be a hero and save the day because it is the right thing to do." He spoke sarcastically. "If I am not back in half a bell, bring those and try to be useful." nodding to the child and storming out of the building grumbling under he breath. He was ticked off now fueled with anger. The sun had moved significantly since he had first arrived. How much time did he have before they considered him late? Quickening his pace he entered the alley ways once again. Eyes from the shadows stared at him thinking twice about jumping out at the angry eyed Akalak gripping a blood stained lakan in hand. He wanted one of them to raise arms against him, he could use the quick work out before going into battle. Back out into the main streets of the lawless city, he brushed his long flowing hair back behind his ears and pulled his hood over his head. It seemed as if the usual sounds of the city had transformed into whispers about him, signalling the slavers of his approach. Did he have a plan? Yes, it was to kill them all and retrieve his sword along with the little girl's mother. He didn't what he was at this point, hero, killer, both. All that mattered was that he claim what was his and nothing else. He shifted his eyes in both directions checking to see if there was anyone that stood out of place, that might be watching to signal his arrival. Catching the eyes of a few men and women he prepared for an ambush when he got to the docks. It made since when he thought about it, they were slavers. Not the most honest people in the city doing a "trade off" with a 7ft angry giant. One would be stupid not to think that there wouldn't be an ambush. The water split upon crashing against the wooden post that held the docks up above it. High tide was in leaving trickles of water atop of the platform. He could see figures in the distance who he presumed to be the people that he was looking for. Flexing his muscles he began his approach. "You showed up Akalak. Where is the child? Are you trying to cross us? Don't be stupid." Lo'campo gave a smirk from under his hood. "Did you really think I was just going to show up with the girl? Why so you could take her, try to kill me and go about your way?" A laugh from who he suspected was the leader. "Hmph you are smart after all then, one thing though. You forgot the part where we kill you anyways wheter or not you show with the child or not. It is just one slave, a loss that would not affect us greatly. The creaking of wood made him turn around in time to catch a man wielding a dagger aiming for his back and to toss him into the water. "I would think an business man as yourself woudl have better tactics than that? And I didn't come here for the slave, you see she still has my sword. That's all I wanted." A look of shock from the mother's face as she now gave him an angry look. "You want something, I want something. Arm for an arm leg for a leg, slave for a sword." Lo'campo took a step forward his weapon at the ready only to be halted by a dagger to the woman's throat. "Make the wrong move, she and your precious sword take a plunge into the sea." Petch he was stuck. "Now drop your weapon and put your hands behind your back." Doing as he was told he felt the tightness of a rope wrap around his wrist as he was led back to the streets to be put with the rest of the slaves. "Shut up." he yelled as the slavers looked at him in confusion. He felt embarrassed now remembering that Blitzer wasn't there to say something about his situation.

[Fallon]

"Nagging and questioning eh?" Fallon raised an eyebrow, her fingers reaching down to massage the scalp of Orvin. He let out a please whine in response, "I can fall silent if you prefer. And I would not exactly call it... assisting. More following around, as I do," She gave a lean in then a mock suspicious tone, "It's what big bad wolves do you know. Stalk innocent prey for the fun of it." Lips curled, eyes igniting as he simply gave his glare back. There was no need to allow herself to be riled up, it would only bring him satisfaction to have such a knee jerk reaction - and so she kept the smile there, still and unflinching as he inevitably stormed off. There was only the howling, wolfish laughter that echoed after him, the gaze keen after his shoulders as he tried seemed to try and shake off the feeling. The trap had been laid, and he had fallen into it even if he tried to insist otherwise. She gave a glance down to the girl, "Best go make sure he doesn't do anything stupid, eh?"

It was with a slower pace that Fallon followed, eyes ever looking forward and a swagger with her steps. Metal gave a clink, the heavy foot fall that he left in his wake giving her a direction to chase down. Besides she had an approximate direction in which to go - the Docks. The scene of her activities, a location that had been paced out time and time again for various reasons over the past score of seasons. Lips peeled back into a curl, eyes burning as she continued to move. Slinking and sliding into shadows. The cloak was pulled around her, hood raised and sending her into darkness. Around her the world continued to tick by, the faint pulling of the sunlight as it moved round and continued its dipping. Gloved hands gave a flex and a wriggle, a quiet step over as the movements became muffled beneath the fabric and she continued her lurking, with companion in tow.

Ears gave a twitch, the hovering once more in the darkness of an alleyway as she stared on out before she darted out across the narrow street. Beyond she could hear the crying of gulls, the crowing all too distinctive to her ears. Beyond she watched the shapes move, the voices speaking and uttering their curses of annoyance. Anger was strung high, the poor attempt to negotiate terms that were far beyond his control. There was a gentle lean out from her shadowed point, the high water leading down onto the docks and rippling its way over. A count, there was Lo'campo -acting like the child he was - the slave woman of course, then the slavers, four of them grimaced and angry looking. More than enough to grapple a foe to the floor if need be. Of course, she had obviously not caught their attention - the blue skin of a foreigner was more appealing to the eye.

Still the endless amusement came when he spoke of just getting back his sword - no, if he wanted it keep hold of it that badly then he would not have surrendered it in the first place. Besides, even with his earlier spat of sarcasm - it may have been the lowest form of wit, but it also revealed an element of truth behind every remark. Bitterness, anger, frustration, even the set in resentment could be revealed with the simple rolling of the words used. It was enough to narrow her eyes and make her just for a moment longer wonder on what exactly it was he really wanted. And it was perhaps only now in his now vulnerable state that everything was beginning to fall into place.

"Well. Well. Well," Fallon stepped out, a low clap of the hands as she came into the open. Orvin stepped with her, a low rumbling growl coming from his throat as he eyeballed the slavers. A gentle clink of steel, her fingers gave a grasp upon the buckle of her cloak. The slaver who was binding the Akalak looked back, surprised to see a new face appear. The men flinched once more as she continued to speak, the low reverberating tones escaping , "What do we have here? Some piggies, a damsel in distress and a hero."

Energy laced her throat, rising up from her pit as she brought it forth. A wet of lips, a step closer as she locked eyes with the man with the binding. Teeth gave a flash beneath the hood, fingers pulled the buckle back and away to simply let the cloak drop, the ever step forward - pure presence and focus to a cold, hard edge. She spoke, the weave of intention and suggestion lacing her words - Fear me - and locking the man momentarily in place, "You should let him go. Both of them. Unless you want to tangle with a Red Wolf."
"Oh petch," cursed one of them.
Her hands went down to her tulwar hilts, a grind of metal as the slow process of being drawn came to the fore, "I'll count to ten. One. Two. Three..."

[Lo'campo]

He was caught, growling at the laughing men who thought that they were the strongest for catching an Akalak. He looked to the slave woman who shot him a stare that basically told him to eat something that would be rather unpleasant and die in a hole alone. It was good to see that she had apparently grown some form of aggressiveness, even though it was toward him. "Let us see who is the pet under the hood" a voice spoke before his hood was snatched from his head letting his hair fall. "Look here fellas, it has long hair. Too bad we will have to cut it off." Timing his own footsteps with the lead slaver, he gave a not so polite stomp onto the man's foot which got him a equally forceful punch to the chest. How was he going to get out of this one...An all too familiar sound of scraping the ground and short panting put a murderous smile upon his face. "You know what, as soon as I get the chance, you are going to be the first person I kill." he looked to the man that socked him one. A unified laugh filled the air as they mocked and taunted him before being caught by surprise by the six legs that arrived from around a building. Though he didn't want to admit it, he was glad that Blitzer had arrived which also made him dread the fact that he would have to apologize and owe her one once this was done. Cursing under his breath, he came back in time to catch her calling him a hero. He watched as the men flinched at every word that came from her mouth, sweat running down their face in a nervous fit. Looking to the slave woman who still gave him the cold shoulder, he caught her attention motioning down to the his lakan in the man's belt loop, receiving a nod and awaiting his signal. Now he only had to reassure himself that she didn't stab him with the petching thing. Attention now back to Blitzer, he gave a sigh at the fact that she was still talking. Before long, she stopped her rambling on and began to count. Lo'campo really did not understand this woman. Getting frustrated with standing in the same place, he looked to the one that held him. He was in range, Lo'campo knew that he couldn't make any sudden movements or things would go bad. His hands were tied...literally, and he wouldn't get far using his legs alone to fight. "Improvise" the voice in his head said as he licked his teeth. In the middle of Blitzer's countdown Lo'campo took the opportunity to see what human tasted like. Bringing his large teeth down upon the man's neck and chomping down, he followed as he was tugged in every direction, ears filled with the loud bellow's of the man's scream. He wasn't able to see anything from his current position, but he hoped that the women had moved into action. Blood filled his mouth, his teeth sinking deeper. Fists hit his head and pulled his hair in a panic. The pressure on his wrists were lifted as they were set free. Letting up off his bleeding enemy, he turned to see the slave woman coming at him with his own blade eyes filled with hatred. "You petching pig!" she yelled pushing past Lo'campo and burying the weapon into the man's chest. Taking his lakan back, he shoved the blade into the man's neck. "I told you I was going to kill you" he whispered, watching the man slump to the ground in a heap. Free and angry, he turned to the others...

[Fallon]

"... Four, five, six," She stepped forward, the hairs on Orvin bushing out as she stared him down. Fur bushed out, firm tread, toes digging in as she moved onwards towards them. She herself continued forward, eyes locked and fixed with her target. Lips trembled, her throat rumbling as she let the words seep forth their warning clear as she spoke, "Seven, eight." She caught the flicker of the glance down to the knife, the look of the slave as she considered their options. Analyse, study, understand what was to unfold to them? What possibility or factors were going to be taken into consideration? How well could they fight against such an opponent? Was she to defend one or two people? "Nine-"

Movement, the animation of flesh and people as combat rose up to the fore. Tulwars were grasped and pulled out, the singing of steel as she stepped forward. Eyes were keened, the blades live as she continued ever onwards. A quick step, the sinking of teeth brought the other three men into animation and the angry war cry of a distressed woman echoed through the air. Fallon released a howl, a reign back and a rush forward of the blades as she stepped - right lead, left was held back to be swung round with a mighty pivot at the right moment. Orvin bounded forward first, jaws snapping, the angry snarl escaping as he chose his target and launched at them. A quick execution that left the man stunned to what was occurring until it was too late.

One who charged forward came into closer range, a broad step to the left - toes pressing, and pushing off, the contraction of muscles as she sprung at him. Right lunged, forcing him into taking a step back as he reached for his weapon. Her second foot landed, a firm twist as he did bringing the outstretched second blade slashing round without a second thought. Blood flowed, the man gave an outcry as he pulled back clinging to his arm and releasing the drawing of the weapon without a second thought, "Petching, bitch!"

She continued anyway, pressing onwards and ignoring whatever was being said, even as the other victim slid down to the floor. Blood pumped, the adrenal rising up as she kept to her silence and stuck to cold hard efficiency. Clinical proficiency, eyes wide as she kept herself fluid. Her shoulder barged into him a thrust into him and the weight slumping into her. A press, the attempt to fight back until the last moment until at last the weak flailing stopped and her target laid slumped upon the ground. Behind her she could hear the snarls of Orvin as he gripped his fangs around one of their legs without mercy - the victim was screaming in pain.

Her gaze snapped around to Lo'campo, eyes locking as she turned her attention to the slave, and then the slaver. A slow step, a peer around as she weighed up her options, the low rough tones escaping as she felt her way round the situation verbally and visually, "So, not a hero, eh?" Barely a flicker of a glance before she gave a small move around, slinking and sliding as she considered, "We covered? We alright?"

[Lo'campo]

A low growl toward Blitzer for calling him the hero that he was not. Moving forward, he took the time to appreciate the sight of the slaver's blood splattered across the docks. What to do now? He pondered the question as if the answer wasn't obvious. Now, he was to bring the slave to her child so they both could get out of his life for good. Hair slicked back, hood on head, Lo'campo knelt down over the lead slaver. Blood still seeped from the man's body, his life leaving him by the seconds. Hands searched the bloodied body removing clothing and shoes alike as well as searching for the thing which he was looking for. Taking a key and holding it in hand, Lo'campo took his lakan in hand before bringing it across the man's face leaving it recognizable. Satisfied with his work and lakan put away he gave a grunt. Using his strength to lift the corpse from the docks to the water below. "Wait here." he spoke before stepping behind a building to get changed. A thud, his heavy clothing dropping to the ground while he dressed himself in the newly found clothing. They weren't as tight considering that he was larger than their previous owner, but they did render him stiffer than he would be in his own clothing. Squeezing his feet into the shoes and letting his long hair fall down past his lower back, he emerged from behind the building robes in hand to which he handed to the slave. "Put these on, Blitzer can you take her to her child, I am going to try and free the other slaves." The slave looked at him with confusion with larger and heavier clothing before disappearing to get dressed. "So...Why did you show up?" The question shot at Blitzer. Leaning onto the building trying to relax his body so he would not rip the clothing. This was something that he wanted to know, recalling their last conversation where she made it clear that she didn't have anything to do with it. "Thank you by the way, for showing up when you did." There, he did it, he thanked her and now things were right. Sounds of shuffling, the black image of the slave in his robes returning. They were as big on her as the slavers clothes were small on him. "Good, now how are WE going to get this thing done?" He looked to them both, staring at Blitzer to make sure that he had gained her assistance. "I was thinking that I go and free the slaves peacefully or by force, while you take her to her daughter...That's all I got." Giving a quick stretch, he looked to them both for an answer.

[Fallon]

Fallon simply looked at him, a slow blink as she stood a little straighter and her chin lifted a little higher. Shoulders squared up, a long moment of calculation as she watched him prowl about and attempt to assume direct control of the situation - of course, she was not about to hand it over willingly. So far he had only managed to either draw attention to himself or obtain some level of trouble. Whilst the mentality would have been correct, this was beyond his league and even she knew that to disrupt a slavers pen that they needed more than two sword arms - such things were large operations in themselves.

"No," She spoke firmly, the rough tone rumbling out from her lips, "I am no courier, nor do you have the right or position to order me about. Never make that presumption." A deep inhale, her green-blue orbs burned at him from beneath her brow. Unmoving and relentless, the tearing of words slowly begun, "You make yourself do things that are outside of your league, when you were so easily disarmed and unmanned mere moments ago. You are but a boy if you carry on in such a fashion, blindly sticking your head into the mouth of a lion."

A low chuckle escaped, a flash of teeth as she moved. Circling and prowling in her steps, she worked her way around Lo'campo. It was to verbally probe, judge and weigh up once and for all, "Why not turn up? I would have missed an interesting show, one who tries to defy the law of Sunberth, an outsider no less. Bringing change and playing hero. Of course," She gave a rock upon her heel, a glance back as she looked onto his face, "This is no longer a game. This is serious business. One misstep and you could tumble - and not even I would be able to save you from that fate." The steps continued, hand upon her hilt and the sway of movement with her foot fall, "No, you have not planned. You know not of numbers, you know not of where they are kept. Perhaps you see yourself as brave and just for spurring yourself forward, but there is a fine line between that and a fool."

Her gaze turned to the woman then, a small point, "And what will happen to her, should you fail? The daughter. They are not my responsibility, they are yours and now you look to throw them away as you step forward without a plan." Fallon shook her head, "Even you understand the logic my words. Lo'campo," She swept her head to him then, voice firm as she spoke, "A dead hero is no use to anyone. A wise hero knows when to pull back. You have a victory today, no? You have your blade, and you have taken two others from a cruel fate. Do not throw away what you have gained. Take the time to think, reflect, plan and act. Let those slavers wonder, worry and forget about you before you strike once more." She turned and moved away then, shaking her head, "With more force, and more backing than before. You just need patience."