His fist had created a gust of wind so powerful that it nearly sent the surrounding slave traders flying back into their own camp.
The man snapped his torso back around, only to find Aisa right in front of his face, her legs wrapped around his neck, and both of her hands wielding long daggers swung towards his eyes.
Her hidden bloodlust exploded out, jolting the man's body in an instant, but suddenly, she froze up just like the man who was in the face of death.
As I thought, most are strong, slow, and stupid… but it seems not all of them are like that.
"Gorge, that's enough playing around."
A snappy yet silvery voice penetrated through the air as Aisa had been locked in place, unable to move her daggers any further.
The woman, whose way was opened through the surrounding large circle of slave traders, flicked her fingers to the side, sending her flying across the men and nearly breaking her neck upon landing on one of the carts.
