What had previously been a small camp was now just a pile of bodies and the dual slayer had no intention of hanging around any longer but a voice would suddenly pipe up from behind one of the tents, causing the girl to whip her head around, claws ready to strike. As it turned out, there was little actual need for alarm as a rag wearing young male approached her, clearly weak from the sun and poor treatment from the slavers. Yet, he was smiling and bowed his head to her as he walked, seemingly happy with her work.
“Thank you for freeing us from those brutes,” he said in a deeply accented voice, “They were going to drag us off to an arena and force us to fight to the death or so they kept saying. None of us would have stood a chance in our current state and we are not even fighters anyway, unlike you. We owe our lives to you although I ask that you please listen to our full story before leaving as I believe that you could help my people even further. This country is rife with slavers and with your help, we might be able to put one of their main hideouts out of business. I was actually searching for a warrior to help us before my capture and I am sure that by saving us, you would be capable of this. I understand that you may not care for the lives of those from our land but if my plea does not convince you, then I know of a man who will pay you a great deal for your service. My employer and a man who wants nothing more than to see the end of this brutality.”
“If the pay is good, then I may as well help and after being attacked by these idiots, I do have a hankering for blood,” Cierra answered with a grin, “I’ll meet with your boss but no funny business now. If I sense any treachery then everyone will face my bloody claws, you included. We clear?”
“Trust me friend, after what you have just done to those men, I would be an absolute idiot to try anything stupid,” the rag wearing man answered, “My name is Nasir, by the way.”
“I’m Cierra,” the girl quipped, “A mage from Fiore. Now, let’s get you and your people back home and I can meet your boss in person.”
The pink haired slayer had never cared about the lives of others all that much but seeing the bad shape that the hostages were in was an unpleasant sight for sure. Beaten black and blue, they’d been treated horribly by the slavers which only made the girl even happier about cutting them to shreds. Together, she and Nasir were easily able to cut the other slaves free from their bonds and were soon heading back out of the desert, using one of the slavers own trucks. Rather than be in the front, the girl would instead be in the back tending to the wounded people. Helping them to drink, as well as try and do what she could with their wounds. She was no healer and her magic was used for anything but she managed to wrap up any wounds easily enough, receiving praise from the former slaves for her swift work.
By the time they returned back to civilisation, she’d managed to get around to the majority of the men and women. The back doors of the truck would open and members of the local hospital would help them out of the truck to safety, while Cierra would clamber out afterwards and start to follow Nasir to his bosses headquarters. The city itself was rather grand and had honestly been the first time that Cierra had been in one of the countries cities. The sights and smells were almost overwhelming and her mouth watered as she caught glimpses of the local cuisine. Food would sadly have to wait though and after about ten minutes of travelling, the pair arrived at a massive building, with guards stationed outside. Nasir would briefly converse with them before they were both invited inside, walking into an enormous great lobby.
“This is where we part ways friend,” Nasir said in a relieved tone of voice, “Thank you once again for saving me and my friends, we will be forever in your debt. My employer is rather busy but he is making time to see you so it should only be a few moments. Please get rid of that awful place, for my people.” With a polite nod, he would then leave the girl alone while she impatiently waited to be seen. Patience had never been her strong suit and as the minutes passed, she became more and more restless and although she only ended up waiting about five minutes, it felt more like five days.
Finally, a well dressed gentleman would walk down the large staircase and approach her, “I apologise for the wait, he will see you now.”
A slight frown on her face due to the wait, Cierra would follow as he headed back up the stairs, where her employer for the job would be waiting.