Fuck it! Go on the offensive.

The Akkadian finally snaps. The pressure of a difficult mission is one thing, but being trapped in a weak woman's body, including all the inherent emotions that go with it, is another; it drives him over the edge. The changed parts of him want to break out into tears and curl up into a ball. Though it might have been a tactically more wise decision, his waning masculinity will have none of it.

Grabbing the invisible dagger he lunges at the warlord. Unfortunately for the assassin, his busty companion is much more surprised than Trimon. Even if the Akkadian was in his normal body the warlord would have been his equal in a melee; as the whore Minaja, it is no contest. With one power swipe of his paw Trimon catches the assassin in mid-flight, and continuing with one motion, slams the tiny wench into the floor; the invisible dagger goes flying in an unknown direction. The Akkadian's barely conscious state is taken from him as the last thing he sees is the other fist of the warlord coming crashing down on his skull.

Trimon stands and looks at the shocked Naerwyn who is still taking in how quickly the Akkadian was knocked ****. Instinctively she takes a defensive stance. The warlord's eyes at first squint, realizing this whore is well trained and will not go down as easy. Looking over her shoulder he smiles. "I would surrender if I was you."

Naerwyn quickly tries to judge the situation. Even if fully armed the odds would be against her if she had to fight a man as Trimon. With him being both armed and armored, and she unarmed and naked, she searches for another option. The unpleasant sound of two crossbows cocking from behind her clarifies the situation. The auburn beauty might be rash and hard headed, but she isn?t suicidal; Naerwyn raises her hands and surrenders.

"Smart move bitch." Trimon coldly states. "Guards chain these two. Be especially careful of the one standing, I doubt she is a common whore."

Several guards enter the room and quickly put Naerwyn in heavy chains, followed by the knocked out Akkadian. A single guard is all that is required to carry the assassin, while two others manhandle the pretty bound thief by her biceps.

Trimon gives commands to the head guard. "Take these two cunts to the dungeon and bind them in chains and then send a messenger to the whore's guild to check out their story." As the guards escort the two women out of the room the warlord has one last command.

"Oh, and inform the torturer to prepare the chamber, he will mostly likely be practicing his craft tonight."