Jumping off the stage threw the audience off enough for me to dart and steal the scarab from the man’s sash. With no time to lose, I push him onto the ground. Hoping that would buy me enough time, I jump off of the back of the stands and began to sprint towards the caravans. There should be a camel or two that I can take. Reaching the caravans, one of the guards ready their own blade. There is more than last time. The first one to approach me was the larger of the guards; seems as if he has been with these auctioneers for years. Showing that he was used to road. His body round, showing that he had access to an excessive amount of wine and beer. I duck from an oncoming blow from the stubby auctioneer guard. Ramming my shoulder into him causing the wind to leave his lungs. Running past, I encounter two more. Each are holding ropes, thinking that they can tie me up like last time. Last time I didn’t have a scarab.
I slice into the air to intimidate them. That didn't work. They took me lightly and both lunged at me. I kicked one in the stomach and using that force from the kick, I lunged at the other slicing the ropes in half. The blade is longer than I thought. Misjudging, I ended landing a clean hit from his torso up. He yelled in pain and I took off again and ran. Heading down to the back of the wagons where I saw two camels drinking. Only one was replenished enough with water. Wishing that I could take two. I hopped onto the camel.
Before I could swing my other foot over I felt someone grabbed onto my leg and pull me down. Landing on my back, I looked up angrily expecting to see the guards. Instead, I saw a young man looking at me. He didn’t look like a merchant and his presence wasn't that of a commoner. He had wavy black locks decorating his face, his skin was tanned showing that he was someone who did not shy away from the sun. His eyes were a burnt hazel, surrounded the outer iris making his brown eyes look exciting.
“Exotic, what are you doing?” He asked. I scrambled to my feet and glared at him. “Exotic?” He asked again. I lashed out at him with my sword. Not my best decision. He wasn't like the auctioneers, he reacted quickly. He dodged to the side and rushed close to me. Catching my wrist tightening his grip. I ended up yelling out in pain, dropping the sword. He examined my wrists noticing the slight bruising that was escaping the cover of the greaves. “I bet that you are much stronger when you are not injured. Tell me, who trained you?” He was curious. I was truly living up to my name.
“Let me go!” I demanded from him. “Really? So you can attack me again?” He scoffed. “I have no business with you, let me go now.” I replied. I didn’t like his expression, I had a bad feeling about him. “I am afraid that you do have business with me, exotic.” He replied, “I am going to be your buyer.”
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