Brandishing her weapon.

Shuri raises her stick defensively at the two men.

The newcomer chuckles, drawing her attention. Too late, she realizes that her original pursuer has spring into motion. He tackles her with enough **** to drive the air from her lungs, both of them crashing to the ground with him on top. Shuri's stick exits her grip, flying uselessly through the air to come to a rest several feet away.

The man on top of her has her firmly pinned by the time the newcomer reaches her in spite of her struggles.

"Got a lively one, dont we?" The newcomer says, clearly amused.

"That we do!" The original man says, then looks Shuri right in the eyes, "There's only one way this plays out, whether or not you struggle only determines how interesting things get."

Shuri struggles as the men manhandle her, one of them holding her arms above her head while the other holds her legs. Its only seconds before she finds herself sprawled on her back, her legs spread with the cool morning's air against her pussy.