Naerwyn fights on.

The Akkadian tries to stand and ready himself for battle, but his weak whore body is spent. Exhausted and ravaged from the brutal anal **** he just received, he tries to get the feelings back into his legs. This will take time, however, so the assassin is **** to merely watch from the bed as the two guards set themselves upon his companion.

Both guards stop as Naerwyn begins to swing the few feet of cord she has loosened from her forearms. The thick red material is dense with weighted ends, and as they pick up speed the make a slight humming noise. The slow witted guard smiles. "What are you going to do, tie me up whore?" And walks towards the barely clad thief.

"Fool." The Akkadian thinks. Unlike this idiot, the assassin knows that flexible weapons are one of the hardest to master, and to dual wield them means the warrior is truly skilled. The foolish guard is soon taught this lesson as with a flick of her hand Naerwyn sends the end of one of the cords rocketing towards his head. With a loud pop, blood spurts forth from the guard's forehead as he staggers back. With great skill Naerwyn recalls the extended cord back to her arm while charging at the second guard with the other cord still spinning.

The other guard braces himself for the charging thief, who launches another strike with the remaining swinging cord. The guard parries it as the crimson cloth wraps around his sword. The buxom thief pulls on the cord as the guard resists and leans back with a cocky grin knowing that he is the larger and the stronger. Naerwyn simply lets the cord drop causing him to stumble backward, because he was overcompensating in their tug of war. This slight second of him being unbalanced is all the time the cagey rogue needs to close the distance and punch him hard in the head with her other hand, causing his red wrapped sword to go flying.

Though her tactics are flawless, these are Trimon's best guards. Her punch just angers the guard who then clamps down on her with a bear hug. She isn't strong enough to break it, but using the same reaping move she used on the assassin to win their wager she sends the guard and herself tumbling to the floor, with the guard breaking her fall as she lands on top of him. Unsheathing his dagger the bold thief taunts. "Poke me in the ass will you!" And drives the knife into the guard's rear as he screams out in pain.

Her victory is short lived, however as the dimwitted guard as recovered and with a savage back hand sends the pretty rogue tumbling across the floor and then picks up his sword.

Pulling the dagger out of his ass the guard is helped up by his compatriot. Together they collectively set their gaze on the thief with murderous intent.

"What the hell is going on in here?" A voice exclaims from the doorway, as another guard appears.

"Kill the one on the bed!" The smarter of the two exclaims. "We have this one!"

The Akkadian watches as the third guard moves towards him. He tries to walk, but the best he can manage is a hobble, the blood slowly returning to his legs. Preparing to vainly dodge the expected sword strike, he sees a blur of crimson as a red cord wraps around his assailant's legs causing him to trip and fall to the floor.

"Damn it." The guard with the bleeding ass shouts. "Ignore the whore, everyone get this crazy cunt!"

Looking over at the fallen Naerwyn he realizes she has used her last cord to stop his attacker while ignoring the two that are about to **** her, which now will be all three.

The Akkadian and Naerwyn's eyes meet. He can read in the thief's glance that she knows the battle is not going well, but doesn't want to convey that to him. She gives him a reassuring smile, with concern and pity for her new friend in her eyes she yells. "Now run Minaja, I will be alright."

The assassin knows the last part of her statement is patently false. She has bought him enough time to try and run down the stairs and perhaps escape while she has sacrificed herself.