Hiccup

Kash stumbled along the side of a building, a little bit more than tipsy. She had been celebrating at the bar with clients from a job she just finished up and decided to cut loose a bit. She was dressed in her usual attire of corset, boots, jacket, pants, belt, and her two weapons Dom and Levy at her side. She was making her way to an inn she was staying at in town, attempting to sober up along the way so no strange man would take advantage of her. The thought - and alcohol- made her cheeks blush. It had been a little while that being taken advantage of didn't sound like a bad idea.

Kash would stop walking, leaning up against a wall with her right hand. Her left hand coming to her forehead as her long silver hair hung in her face. She was attempting to stop the lustful thoughts from taking over. "GET IT TOGETHER BITCH!" She yelled, punching the wall she had been leaning against hard. The punch sent a rush of pain through her fist while the wall remained unbothered. "FUCK!" She looked at her hand which was now bleeding but from what she can tell it wasn't broken or anything, just hurt. She would sigh as she wiped her hand on her pants, enduring the sting of pain. As she did this she heard a rustling from across the street, opposite her causing her to look up quickly.

There were several bodies in dark clothing coming toward her fast, perhaps more than 10. They looked familiar and that is what bothered her the most. Was it him? No time to tell because they were coming at her, meaning it was go time. Kash would draw her sword, Levy, fast with her right hand and her whip, Dom, with her left. "Let's go dogs."

The first few wouldn't be able to get that close as Kash would use her whip to tangle their feet, disrupting their running causing them to fall or stumble into her follow up using her sword to slash them. The pain from her hand and adrenaline were somewhat helping bring her from her drunken state but it probably wouldn't be enough for this many people.

They were beginning to take formations that were hard for her to read like this and began to circle around her. How long would she be able to hold up before they overtook her?

CRACK

The sound of Kash's whip hitting one of the masked men's face echoed through the streets. The lash so strong the mask on his face actually broke as the man would fall and curl into the fetal position. Kash was breathing heavier now, she had really got herself into trouble this time. All of that drinking at the bar was making her sluggish. She felt this would be a breeze under normal circumstances but right now she was at a disadvantage. As she would fend off the men the best way she could something would catch her eye in the distance, a man. He was standing some way off in front of another building, his back leaned against the post looking forward as if oblivious to what was going on. Or rather he was waiting for what was going on to finish.

Caught up in trying to get a good look at the man and fend off those around her, Kash lost focus and one of the masked people would trip her from behind. She fell on her back, the air knocked from her lungs as she was forced to stare at the night sky which would quickly be eclipsed by black bodies coming down on top of her. The pressure of their weight on her arms and legs was preventing her from moving yet she would still struggle. Kash was never the one to give up that easily.

"Finally. Tie her up and let's get going," a man's voice would say. She couldn't see him but that voice, it was all too familiar. It was him.

Kash would fight her hardest against those that would restrain her to no use. She would let out an ear-splitting roar in protest of being apprehended. What did they want with her? Where would they take her? Kash was dreading the worst of worst in this moment. How would she get herself out of this one...

Kash was now bound in rope, hands behind her back and her weapons being carried by one of the masked fellows ahead of her. There were two masked people escorting her, their grip on her arms tighter than a vice. There were plenty more of them around her even after she took out more than her hand could count before. It just meant that whatever she was doing before wouldn't have held out for much longer.

As they marched on and she dragged her feet, Kash stared into his back. What now? What kind of bullshit would he put her through this time? "So...where are we going?" She asked loudly but it would only be answered with the sound of continued footsteps. "I have to pee," she would say in a stereotypical innocent girl voice. This time he would stop, prompting the others to halt as well.

"Where is our boat?"

"I-I-I...It should be here sir...I-"

"Oh good, there it is, let's go," he would say and continue forward.

"Hmm...that was close for all of you," Kash would say with a smirk on her face before one of her escorts would tighten their grip and pull her arm forward. All jokes aside she wasn't feeling too excited about this trip. There were few places, if any, she could go with this man that would make her remotely happy.

They would all board the boat and set sail. Kash was put in a cage in the meantime where she was forced to look at him sitting in a chair sipping juice from a glass through a straw.

A motherfucking straw.

Kash heard the jingling of chains as she sat with her eyes closed. She was meditating, sort of...it was more like visualizing her stomping on her brother's balls. However this peaceful day dream would be interrupted by whoever it was that shared a cell with her. So many had come in and out she didn't bother giving them any attention to even identify them. The man would pull on her shackles and ask if she was okay?

The white knight type, hmm. Kash's mind began to wonder before she would open her eyes and finally answer the man. "No, I'm not. Do you know where we're going? What is this?!" Kash was taking the role of damsel this time. Her voice was soft yet frantic as she spoke, attempting to appeal to what she perceived as the man's heroic nature. A lot of men felt the need to play hero when in the presence of a woman in her experience. Kash would even look around as if she was noticing the cell and shackles for the first time ever. Her goal was to see what the man knew, perhaps it could bring light to her brother's agenda, or whoevers agenda aligned with his this time.

"Where is my sister?! I-I don't see my sister, where is she?! Kash was going for acting gold and knew a real man couldn't resist having 2 women to save. You see Kash knew men, pretty well, and what she knew most is that men will do anything to get in the damsel's good graces. Save the damsel? Sure, you might get a kiss on the cheek in the end and if you play it right a night in bed. But save someone the damsel cares about, the man expects a grand reward. And another lady? Oh his chances just doubled, tripled if he's a real dog. The perverts really show themselves when the adjective "little" is used and those are the dogs she has to put down in the end.

She hoped he wasn't the latter, she didn't need too much disappointment today.

Internally, Kash had a smirk on her face like none other. Makes it so easy. But she couldn't let this satisfaction show on her face, the facade must continue until she could use him for all he had to offer. Sadly, it did not seem like information was something he had. Kash however was impressed with how he carried himself, there was something there, but there wasn't any time or reason for her to really look too much into it. She watched him break free of his shackles like it were nothing and Kash would do the same but she couldn't reveal all her cards. He asked if she could fight and it was obvious he had a plan in mind. Kash would raise her shackles up in front him and nodded innocently but in a way that couldn't give any man any confidence in her.

"What are you going to do?" Kash would ask. She wasn't worried about what he had in mind but for the sake of this act she was doing, every line had to be carefully said and on time. If the man would break her free of her shackles, she would take position behind him and wait for him to take action. Kash also looked around the cell for anything that would be useful as a weapon and sadly there was nothing but that was fine, she'd find her weapons soon enough.

Get us taken? Kash wondered as the man would release her from her shackles. She took place behind him as he would taunt the approaching guards. She was rather amused by his tactics, smirking slightly at the guards' agitation. One guard would eventually run into the cell, charging at her "white knight". The man would headbutt the guard and as he was about to punch him, Kash was quickly moving past them both. She would swiftly grab the sword on the guard's waist in passing right before he was punched through the cell. She noticed the other guard was focused on the two and she would surprise him by slamming the hilt of the sword in the man's face, breaking his nose and causing him to collapse to the ground.

There was blood dripping from the hilt, so she would wipe it off using the end of the guards shirt. She would stand and look at her white knight waiting to see what was next. She hoped he didn't take too much notice to her movements. It was hard for her to hold back sometimes and this might be her give away. He would say "let's go" and she would follow him out.

They would run through a door and enter a large hall, stopping briefly to assess the area. Where were they really? She was not sure if they were actually on a ship or not. What has Asher gotten them into really? The sound of incoming foot steps would prompt them both to run off in a random direction at his lead. They would be met with guards no matter where they went.

"Shit..." Kash would say under her breath. They were caught. She dropped the sword as her knight raised his hands in surrender. They would cuff her hands once and his three times, even his feet. She couldn't help but chuckle at the effort. They would be escorted to a new area, a much larger cage. The guard said something about them loving to fight and she wondered what he was implying.

Lights would shine down on them and it was clear they were the entertainment. A sword was dropped into the cage between them and Kash would waste no time grabbing it. It was hers after all, Levy. Lucky for Kash they only cuffer her arms and in front of her at that, so it really did not hinder her from using her blade.

"Come here!" Kash would shout to the man with her. She would cut him free of his shackles once he had and would expect him to do the same for her.

"You really have outdid yourself," she would say to herself. Kash was speaking of her brother and right now was not the time to keep up an act. She had a feeling their lives would be on the line.

Now that they were free from their restraints, Kash would turn into a totally different person than what she was letting on. She was dropping the act in order to survive whatever sick game her brother had put her into. Her blonde haired white knight seemed to want to ask her something but was interrupted by the obnoxiously loud announcer. It would be revealed that they were about to enter some kind of 2-on-2 match of sorts for a new cell. How wonderful?

The spotlight would shine opposite the two and reveal their opponents, a large burly swordsman and a small brown haired man. Kash did not recognize the two but that did not matter. If they had to fight, then fight they would do. Kash would hold her sword out in front of her at the ready, her eyes focused on both her opponents but more so the swordsman. He would be hers and without her even saying it, it would seem that everyone else already knew that as well.

Just as her blonde partner would speak, the smaller opponent would rush down and knock him into the cage. The fast movement caused her hair to blow behind her as her partner disappeared from her peripheral vision. She wasn't about to take her eyes off her target, not so that'd she'd end up like blondie who didn't seem to happy about being suckerpunched. She smirked at his response.

"Well, I guess it's decided. I have big man. Have fun with the little one Blondie," Kash would say before dashing toward the other side of the cage where the swordsman awaited.

"Yes, come to daddy!" The other swordsman shouted while taking stance with his sword. Kash could see the sweat on the man's body glisten and they haven't even begun fighting yet, disgusting.

"Daddy aye?" Kash questioned with obvious contempt for the man. As soon as she got within range of the man Kash would swing her blade relentlessly for his large gut. It was obvious attack and easily defendable, so she wasn't shocked when the man blocked, she was just showing her intent. The clash echoed in the large bird cage and it even silenced the crowd. Shocking how such a woman can yield such force so easily against a large man. Yet Kash knew something the crowd didn't already, this man was stronger than he already looked. He didn't even budge from her attack. He blocked her attack while holding his sword with one hand and punching her with the next, right in her stomach. The punch knocked her back a few meters.

"You gonna have to do better that! When I'm through with you hear, I'll have my way with you after," the large man said, slobbering all over himself.

Kash would stand to her feet, shaking off the hit as if it were nothing though it hurt like hell. "You don't have to worry about solitary after this fight. This will be the last cage you ever see, because I'm going to kill you," she would say in a tone so void of emotion only she could make. Her eyes focused on her opponent, thinking of her next attack.

His blood would cover this cage by the time she was done.