Harrah held a dagger near the throat of one tukhtaash woman with long hair.
"Tyrtusha, what do you say?" asked Harrah Valshu Furka, the one who spewed the dragon's flame, the one that captured Yashkirran and Harrah and now he cut off part of Yashkirran's hair. And he put his foot on his head, pressing it into the snow.
"Harrah, don't you dare… pfft… don't you dare agree!" Yashkirran shouted to her, turning his head and spitting out snow and sand.
"Either we kill him and you kill Tanju, and we will rape you anyway, or you voluntarily become a lifetime sex slave, then we will save your life and this isters bastard!" Valshu said and pressed Yashkirran's head harder, isters hands were tied, and with his feet he only raked the sand, clumsily tossing and turning under the power of the tukhtaash boot.
"Forgive me, my king," Harrah said and cut the throat of the tukhtaash woman, and then jumped and stabbed the dagger into the chest of the tukhtaash man, but another tukhtaash woman managed to drive the spear into Harrah's belly.
"Nooo!" Yashkirran shouted.
"Bring the mages!" Valshu shouted, "Don't worry,isters, we won't let her die."
Three tukhtaashes in winter robes with hoods came, they threw back their hoods and Yashkirran saw that their faces were tattooed with unknown symbols, two men were bald, and the woman had hair woven into many braids.
Harrah pulled out the spear with difficulty, her clothes were blood-soaked, Harrah lost consciousness, but the tukhtaashes began to cast spells, and Harrah's wound began to heal. One of the tukhtaash soldiers prudently ran up and took the spear that lay next to Harrah. A minute later, Harrah suddenly regained consciousness, goggling her huge eyes at those around her.
The mages continued to cast the spell and suddenly shackles appeared in the air, which latched onto Harrah's arms and legs.
All this time, Yashkirran rubbed the rope with a small sharp stone, and was able to free himself, he instantly leaned on the cold snow and pressed up with all his might, so that Valshu's leg slipped, and Yashkirran grabbed it and pulled, Valshu fell and hit his head on the coastal boulder. Yashkirran take the sword and directed it towards Valshu's throat. But then suddenly shackles formed around Yashkirran's arms and legs.
The tukhtaash young woman ran up to Valshu.
"Daddy, dad, wake up," shouted a young tukhtaash woman with curly hair, she was about eighteen-twenty years old.
Suddenly Valshu woke up, but due to a sharp awakening, he belched out a strong stream of flame, which did not harm his daughter, but burned several tukhtaashes alive, including two mages. The shackles on the arms and legs of Yashkirran and Harrah disappeared. Harrah snatched the spear from the one tukhtaash woman and launched it at the last male mage, piercing his chest. Yashkirran raised his sword and killed three tukhtaashes who rushed at him. Harrah punched the one she took the spear from and took her sword as well.
The tukhtaashes, who were at a distance from the place of the fight, for some unknown reason, did not pay attention at all to what was happening here.
Harrah instantly found herself next to Valshu's daughter and grabbed her by the hair and put the sword to her throat, then quickly grabbed the dagger from the girl's belt and thrust the sword into the snowy sand, and grabbed the girl tightly by the neck, making it hard for a girl to breathe and Harrah pressed the dagger under her chin.
"This is what you teach your daughter, you beast!" Harrah shouted, "Does she also take part in your pleasures, too?"
Valshu jumped up and horror appeared on his face.
"Don't touch her, let her go now and I'll give you a quick death, I promise. But if you don't do it, I will hurt you and rape you every day for many years! For many years, do you hear me, tyrtusha?!"
"Dad, fire at her, what are you waiting for?!" shouted Valshu's daughter.
"No, Narri, she may have time to cut you, and there are no mages around, the others may not have time to save you," he gestured by hands, showing his daughter that the situation is rather unpleasant.
Yashkirran meanwhile killed two who wanted to attack Harrah from behind. And he grabbed one tukhtaash young woman and hit her with all his might against a coastal rock, and then grabbed her by the throat.
"I'll take this one for myself," Yashkirran said, "if Harrah doesn't cut your daughter's throat, then I'll fuck her too tonight! How do you like that, you fire-breathing bastard?"
"I'll fry you–" Valshu begin.
"We're leaving," Harrah interrupted him, and she dragged the girl behind her, the girl tried to fall, but Harrah held her tightly, and she was light and not taller than Harrah.
The tukhtaashes followed them, along with Valshu.
"If you keep following us, I'll cut her throat for sure, and you saw that I don't care about life, I'm ready to give up my life with ease if there's something I could die for! And to kill your daughter ... Oh, it would be a great pleasure!" And she slightly cut Narri's throat under the chin.
"Stand down," Valshu said, "if you let her go, my promise of a quick death will remain valid. But if something happens to my daughter, if isters touches her, I will slowly rip off your skin, tyrtusha!" he turned his head to Yashkirran. "And death does not await you, not in the near future, I will torture you for eternity, I will push the blade under your nails, I will squeeze your balls with a vise and fuck your ass with a stick, but so as not to completely rip your guts!"
"Your Majesty, he seems to be in love with you," Harrah said.
"Dad, don't let them go!" Narri pleaded.
And then Harrah saw that the father had listened to his daughter and got ready, she sharply slashed Narri's throat and jumped away. The fire went through the daughter, without harming her, but the girl was already holding on to her throat, her legs give out and she fell.
Yashkirran pushed the girl he was holding and then quickly cast a fireball spell, launching it at the approaching tukhtaashes. Valshu ran to his daughter and tried to close her wound. Isters and the azdairik woman ran away from the shore. Several tukhtaashes followed them…