S'imba

"I have no idea...one minute I'm having a drink with a beautiful woman the next I'm waking up on the desk surrounded by guards before being drug down here...wherever here is." S'imba said looking around his tiny cell it was definitely a pretty sad sight. He looked back to G'leo. "Uh where exactly are we?"

S'imba was hauled down the corridors heavily shackled. He was kicking and shouting the whole way. "HEY WILL SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN WHAT IS GOING ON?" It was clear that the guards were becoming increasingly impatient with the Miqo'te's protest and struggles. Finally tossing him roughly in the cell adjacent G'leo's; S'imba walked over to the door kicking it roughly before pulling his ears in frustration. He looks over to the adjacent cell. "I didn't do even do anything..." He says to G'leo though this is more to himself then anyone.

((I should have had S'imba in jail here then he could have known G'leo IC.))

Ha ha this needs to happen like soon because it is to awesome and needs to be done oceans 11 style.

Otto let's rob the quicksand...you get off Scott free while S'imba kicks and screams as he's drug off in hand cuffs by nat kicking and screaming.

Ah I suppose I could help with plots.

S'imba turned back to glare at the other Miqo'te who had spoken. "I haven't exactly seen you jump in to help." He hissed back at him. He knew what he was doing was risky but that didn't matter at least it took his mind off the fact that they were sitting there waiting for death to come regardless what they did. He scowled at he stones and the lack of progress he had been making with them finally he turns looking to the others though continuing the mind numbing task of grinding at the stones. "So what about you two you know how to fight?" He asks sizing up each of the individuals trying to see their individual strengths and weaknesses. Looking bak down at the rocks he felt along the edge as it began to come to a sharper and sharper edge would give him a glimmer of excitement since he felt he was finally making progress he'd work more furiously for several minutes before slowing again to listen for a reply. "I'm getting closer" he thought try as they might he wasn't about to roll over and beg them for mercy if he was going down he was going down in flames. Besides he could imagine the disappointment his brother would have if he gave up and acted like a "good boy." He wasn't about to ever to let that expression cross his older brothers face again. He forced a goofy smile more to remind himself of better times he could make it out of this he'd the odds were small but he'd been lucky before...a lot actually. Though he definitely knew this was pushing it he knew he just had to believe it. He always had a choice and his choice was to win. There warriors were strong yes but so was he the hell he'd been put through to become the warrior he was now would certainly mean something in the end. He hadn't been drug out into the desert day after day in Thanalan and beaten over and over until he collapsed near death only to be forced to stand back up and keep fighting for nothing. He continued his work doing everything he could to keep his older brothers story of fighting and gaining his freedom fresh in his mind if he could do it so could he.

S'imba made no attempt to stop Siha from healing him he turned his head to stare at the patrolling Ixal with complete and utter hatred. The thoughts that filled his mind was the idea that every single one of them deserved death...death in the most cruel way possible. As the female healed what she could of his leg it stopped bleeding and spasming although it still throbbed sending a shock of pain through his leg each time he moved it. Though in his mind this didn't matter the pain would be taken care of when the time came. He knew his brother wouldn't approve of the plan that had formed in his mind and he grimaced at the thought of what he might say. He reached up under his collar as if to make sure they were still there and that he had enough. As he felt the things that was truly what bound him to Ul'dah he word tell himself "Either way I'm gonna have to use them or I'll be a lot worse in a few hours." That would be the thought he would use to justify his plan. He realized the danger of this plan but maybe he would at least create enough of a.distraction the others could escape. At this thought he looked to Siha telling her "Thank you." Then pushing himself to a sitting position he would use his good leg to scoot over against the cliff wall grabbing some of the rock that had been lying there he set himself to his task he began to rub the stones together trying to slowly grind them down knowing that the job was going to take him most the day he narrowed his eyes trying his hardest not to focus on any other thought.

S'imba stopped his struggles momentarily looking at the pair raising an eyebrow. "Opportunity? And what is that exactly, sit here and beg them for mercy and hope they'll let us go?" Gritting his teeth in frustration shooting a rebellious glare towards he nearest guard before looking back at his leg at the arrow still protruding from both ends, grimacing he uses his natural flexibility to move his arms under his feet grabbing hold of the shaft of the arrow. Laying on his side he clenches his teeth and closing his eyes he shoves it forward. It moved fairly easily having already penetrated completely through though it still didn't stop him from yelling out in pain. Breathing heavily and his eyes watering from pain forces himself to reach around his leg and grabbing hold from the other side and with a similar forceful jerk as the first and another yell pulls the arrow free of his leg. He then lays in the dirt whimpering for several minutes as his leg throbbed his back turned away from the group. "I wish I'd never left Thanalan." He mutters to himself.

Hey I got a character on mateus.

"So their just going to kill us?" S'imba would say in response to the wailer. Which only caused him to struggle more. "If that's their plan then I'm at least going out with a fight, I'm a pit fighter everyday has been a fight for my life...I don't see a difference here other than there being more opponents for me to kill." He says looking out at the withered and pathetic faces of those around him. He knew if he were to give up he would become like them he had vowed never to give into a pit of despair in his life in Ul'dah why should it be any different here? He could just imagine the horror and disappointment on his older brother's face if he knew S'imba had just rolled over and let them die squeezing the hilt of the knife he had given him cleverly concealed in a hidden pocket in his pants. "...freedom at any cost." He would say echoing the words he had heard so many times before from the Garnins.

I just realized that tiorq's physique makes S'imba look like a Ken doll.

I'll say hi or you can if you see me.

S'imba hit the ground hard where he immediately turned and spit towards the Ixal. He was sore, tired, and hungry but that didn't matter he refused to be broken by them. Maybe it was the seeker blood in him that kept him in that same mindset. It certainly seemed to be the case with the seeker who was already there. He looked around to the other prisoners and immediately swore to himself that he was never going to reach their level of hopelessness. He looked around it was at least better then a cage. He immediately began to continue to struggle at the bonds. Maybe if he kept fighting the others wouldn't lose hope.

Well since S'imba is now feeling guilty I'd be willing to be a connection or you could meet rath he's going to need friends.

GDI c shift lands on spooky the 13th again.

I'm sure I could come up with something I've got quite a few ideas just need to actually plan them out.

Challenge accepted S'imba will come interact with you.

S'imba was completely torn at this point. He had been trained to fight with surrender not being an option it had always been kill or be killed. To show it or to even beg for it would normally be met with severe and unyielding punishment in Thanalan how could he be any different here. Worse still his new friends were in danger, he knew they couldn't understand what surrender would mean. They didn't understand the feeling of knowing that someone else controls your freedom, of being seen as property instead of a person. On the other hand he couldn't try and keep fighting the Ixal's threats towards the others had made that clear enough. He sighed and held his hands out to let ready to allow them to be tied furious that he was about to willingly give away his new found freedom. That was until he saw their leader approaching them. At this point S'imba's eyes left Nezul's to meet the mastermind behind this ambush. Though the expression on his face was different then the one he had been giving to Nezul. S'imba had no doubt in his mind that physically he could beat any single one of the Ixal that stood before him. However with their leader it was different...he was a planner he was the one who would rely on others to do his dirty work. He was the type that S'imba was never able to beat the foe that could use his intelligence rather than strength to beat their foes. An individual like his owner. Instead of the confident unbreakable look he had given Nezul he gave the new Ixal a look of the purest and deepest hatred. This Ixal was a representation of everything he hated in life. Completely losing control of himself and letting the hatred take over and cloud his mind he threw himself at their leader with a snarl. Unfortunately for the young Miqo'te he was now completely surrounded and in his rage failed to defend against the Ixal who had been standing almost next to him, who reached out and reached a hand through the collar that was around S'imba's neck and slammed him down into the dirt with a loud thump knocking the air completely out of him. He lay coughing as the Ixal held him in the dirt squirming and kicking as he tried to free himself from the hand that held him there. The Ixal would only laugh at these now pathetic attempts to free himself from his grasp he was completely in their power now.

S'imba ears pricked up at her deception he decided he would try and help and validate the lie. Using the subtle body languages that only a Miqo'te could preform he flicked his tail playfully hoping she would understand what he was doing. "Traitor!" he shouted trying to move away from her and drag himself into a position between the Ixal and the direction she pointed. He stood slowly giving him the impression he was in more pain then he really was. "I won't let you take them too!" Wondering if the Ixal was going to shoot him again or beat him and drag him off in chains. He didn't care though all he wanted to do is sell her lie.

When the Ixal threatened Siha with an arrow he knew that he was beaten and all he could do is look into the eyes of the gigantic archer that now stood above him. He gave a look of complete and utter loathing of beastman. The pain was lessened to the point is was bearable but he made no attempt to continue the fight...for now. He sat there in the dirt trying not to make the fear of what was yet to come overcome him. He looked over towards Rurutani and a small smile formed on his face. Pup had taught him how to escape from rope, and he had gotten quite good at it. He turned his gaze back to Ixal and Siha waiting for her response.

S'imba felt the arrow into his leg, it took a second to register then like a lightning bolt felt like he had been struck by a lightning bolt. As his leg began to spasm he fell to the ground, he wanted to scream in pain though he refused to give them the satisfaction he had to defy them to the end. Remembering what Shark had said about handling pain focused everything he had on his chakra it didn't remove the pain but at least he could keep from verbalizing his pain. His eyes watered as the archer approached him and he clenched his teeth in pain. When he spoke he forced a smirk, anything he could do to fight them he was going to do, they weren't going to break his spirit. He had to show his fellow captives that they didn't have to give in. "Why won't you kill me?" He asked then forcing him into a sitting position he attempted to stand but fell back to the ground. He wasn't going to be able to do anymore. Every fiber of his being wanted to lie their on the ground and writhe about but he couldn't do it. "You think I'm ever going to give up and beg for mercy? Like I said I've spent too long in chains I'm not going to spend another day in them." He was going to force the Ixal to lose control that was the beastman's greatest strength and he was going to break him. He knew what awaited them all if they were taken by the Ixal a life of forced labor and torture...he wasn't going to let them do that.

S'imba's heart pumped furiously his senses sharpening. He was filled with absolute terror but he wasn't about to show, not about to give into it. Instead he locked eyes with the Ixal who was ordering him to surrender. His eyes narrowed into an unblinking stare of determination a stare of dominance a stare defiance. The anger the Ixal was showing only served to fuel these feelings. He knew he couldn't win but that wasn't the point. "No!" He said in a calm but forceful tone. A no so defiant even the most enraged warrior would stop, fall silent, and stare at him. "I didn't escape slavery in Ul'dah just to end up in a new set of chains." His smirk widened "Why waste an opportunity to ruin a perfect slave raid. To let that slip from your fingers would satisfy me to no end. I would rather die a martyr then willingly enter bondage again." His eyes narrowing further. "If I die it will serve to undermine you, that fear you hold over others would vanish. Sure the stories may start how I stupidly stood against an entire raiding party of ixal alone but over time the story will change. People will tell stories of how S'imba took on and ground you beneath his heel. That would be how you were remembered. Instead of being known as S'imba the slave boy I'd be known as S'imba the legend.". His smirk widened into a grin "I like the sound of that." Without warning he went on the offensive. Charging into the group immediately in front of him. He struck the first with a fist in the side of his head dropping him dead. Then he turned with a jump kicking the one behind him with the heel of his foot knocking him to the ground before S'imba stomped his neck. The third he jumped behind an delivered a punch to the spine in his neck dropping the Ixal to the ground. Turning to the rest of the group thought three down...

I think this is cause to post the alpha male anthem. VuJTqmpBnI0

Ah sadness seems like things never seem to work out just right for these two. :cry: