Hell no!

The Akkadian looks at Naerwyn with amazement. This rogue is willing to sacrifice her life for some whore she has just met.

He has met so many different people in his travels; very few of them could truly be called noble. The assassin knows how dark men's hearts are; very few would sacrifice their lives for a friend, and even fewer for a stranger. But no one has ever been willing to sacrifice anything for him. There might be honor among thieves, but there is none among assassins, nor do they receive or expect any.

Looking again at the pretty rogue's kind expression a wave of emotion floods over him. It is not appreciation, nor affection, but uncontrollable bitter rage.

The only reason this pathetic act of mercy and grace is being **** upon him is that he is trapped in this worthless, weak whore's body which is only good to be sodomized. Naerwyn shouldn't be trying to save him but calling him a coward and weakling for not being able to defend himself. Instead she is treating him like some dainty flower that has to be protected and pitied. Her protection is bitter, but pity, PITY! Only the worthless and the weak receive pity.

With the scream of a demonic night wraith the Akkadian pounces upon the tripped guard. Landing on top of him the assassin uses his weak tiny hands to attack the only place that he could do real damage to quickly. With all his fury he jams his thumbs into the guard's eye sockets as the guard gives out a blood curdling screech.

"Fucking bitch." One of the other two guards exclaims at the sight. This allows Naerwyn to perform an acrobatic kip up and quickly head for Trimon's trophy wall. The dim witted one with the sword goes for her while the leader with the hole in his ass heads for the assassin with his blood covered dagger.

Naerwyn grabs a small hunting spear from the wall and faces the sword wielding guard. "Time to die by my sword!" The dimwitted guard threatens.

"And I have a spear." The feisty rogue retorts and throws it at him with all her might. The expert shot lands dead center as the guard dies instantly. Walking over to regain her weapon she looks down at the dead man and comments. "Idiot."

As for the Akkadian, his attacker is slowed by his dagger stabbed ass. The assassin acts as swiftly as he can. Taking the dagger from the screaming blind man's body and slits his throat with it, putting him out of his misery. With the other guard limping towards him the Akkadian's mental reflexes finally kick in and with a violent flick of his wrist sends the dagger hurling at his attacker. Though it doesn't hit with the **** he would like, it does land true to its target, in the center of the man?s throat. Down the brute goes with a sicken gurgling.

"Damn!" Naerwyn exclaims as she was about to throw her spear she had retrieved from the dead guard's body.

Proudly the Akkadian stands and walks towards the buxom rogue.

"Are you alright?" She inquires moving towards him.

"Next time try harder, you killed only one of the three." And with that the Akkadian grabs the auburn haired tigress, taking her into his arms he forces his tongue into her mouth passionately kisses her; his advances are willing received and returned. For a brief moment the assassin feels like his old self; his slain opponents at his feet, as he has his way with a comely and willing wench. He reaffirms his resolution that the first thing he will do after he regains his manly frame is to tame this she-devil with a long and hard fucking.

But reality soon, and cruelly, returns.

Naerwyn with doe like eyes looks down at him. Taking his slim and dainty chin into her hand she coos. "My little warrior, how brave you are." She then hugs him the way a man hugs his woman. He returns Naerwyn's hug, knowing she meant no insult and was truly impressed by someone of Minaja's stature trying to fight bravely. This still didn't stop him from briefly thinking about slitting the thief's throat, but this rage quickly passes. Closing his eyes, the Akkadian enjoys Naerwyn's embrace.