With the sound blaring, and the incapacitated guards being taken care of by Nallia, Lira turned back to Rahs just as he had outsmarted the remaining "elite" guards and used the larger being as cover for a blast from the others deadly weapon. Seemingly losing his will to fight after losing his only remaining comrade she watched the being drop to its chubby knees and furiously plead Rahs to spare his life.

It was not to be for the beggar as his pleading only garnered him a quick death at the mercenary's deadly hands. With the last of the "elite" guards dead and lying in expanding pools of their own blood the room was all but secure with only a few of the regulars and Oliver himself remaining. With his part done Rahs had turned around, likely coming to check on herself and Nallia when he stopped midway looking down on the frantic huntress as she scanned the floor.

With the sonic dampeners drowning out the obnoxious noise blaring through the room she managed to hear Rahs asking "What's the matter, agent? Lost your contact lenses or what?" Having no idea what he was talking about she was about to go up to the two of them when she heard Oliver bellow "YOU!!... SHAL- AAAARGH... PAY FOR THIS!!"

Apparently not taking the threat of revenge too seriously the mercenary threw his lance at the fat slaver, piercing his neck and leaving him to die a quick but extremely painful death. And with that gruesome business finally done Lira started to slowly move towards the two warriors hesitantly hopping around the large pools of blood. Focused as she was on avoiding the blood she didn't notice the other woman's condition or Rahs' pushing his foot against Nallia's nethers.

Nallia was slowly working along the floor on her knees, her eyes scanning for her nose plugs. She had to find them before ... LEKU JAOU SIMAA! Rahs had found them. She watched him carefully, ensuring that none of the fear or arousal she felt was visible in her eyes, as he wiped the blood off them. He turned to ask her something, but as he did that disgusting shuro who called himself Oliver called out. Even with her hands closed over her nose scents were still wafting in, and her own was starting to drive her crazy. She was lucky her hands were covered with alien blood, something that dulled her senses and turned her off. But she couldn't quite make out the words the alien had spoken, or Rahs' response. All she could think of was her nose plugs, a chant that went through her mind over and over as Rahs discarded them she started to move towards them.

But Rahs must have noticed her, or maybe she had done something worthwhile and he had decided to grace her with his attention? Nallia shook her head at the errant thought, her arousal was starting to burn through her body ... and she was struggling to hold it in check. As such her mind was starting to change, from the hunter she normally was to that of a mate.

She couldn't quite make out his words when he spoke something again ... she couldn't even place the tone. Words of praise perhaps? Of desire to mate? Just as she shook her head at the errant thought he rubbed her with his foot, and she gasped as her body responded. The flush on her cheeks became more pronounced, although the other changes remained hidden by her armour.

The mercenary didn't quite understood the reason of the agent's sudden change in arousal and attitude, but didn't complain either. He certainly was confused, and her lack of response to his comments with an angry remark didn't help much either. Rahs looked down at the agent barely trying to cover her nose now, as if something was forcing her body to act differently.

"Hmm?" Even if it satisfied him slightly as if proving his dominance over her, the movement of his foot towards her stomach and then to her breasts was actually an attempt to see if the agent finally reacted like her usual self, but it seemed like she was not her usual self anymore. Rahs withdrew the foot, leaving Nallia on the floor and stepping a bit backwards, as if trying to find some sense in what was happening, still oblivious to her weakness and the thoughts that went through her mind.

A sudden hop, however, drew his attention to Lira. The heron was carefully and hesitantly avoiding the pools of blood left by the dead guards and was moving towards them. I wonder what she will think of Nallia if she she sees her aroused like that on the floor... The mercenary remained silent, as if waiting for the beautiful girl form the heron tribe to reach them, never moving his eyes from her, though his hands were starting to move his armor slightly, possibly feeling that such protection was no longer needed with only around 3 guards left alive and writhing in pain due the noise that still sounded through the base.

Finally managing to get around the many pools of blood with one final hop Lira joined the two warriors in the middle of the room. "Are you two okay?" she asked them looking up at Rahs not thinking to look down at Nallia who was still on the floor. "If either of you are hurt I could heal you with one of my Galdr." It would seem that she was completely oblivious to Nallia's change as she talked with Rahs. Either that or too naive to pay it any mind.

With only three guards left living and even those writhing in pain from the sound blaring through the base the three of them were almost in the clear. It was just a matter of getting themselves out of the rotten base and into the open space beyond.

Nallia's hands started shaking as Rahs slid his foot up her body, and as they did so more and more scents were slipping past her hands into her nose. Her mind started to cloud over as her senses sharpened ... and for a moment her eyes were unfocused.

The slowly building scent was driving her wild with desire, and her hands started relaxing their pressure on her nose. As they relaxed more of the maddening scent slipped into her nose, and her breathing came faster and faster. Finally she moved her hands completely off her nose, and the scent flooded in.

Nallia breathed deeply, and moaned as her own armour scraped across her skin, sending waves of pleasure through her suddenly sensitive body. Her vision sharpened and focused, although not in a way anyone here would expect. Her mind was foggy, all she could think of was the desire to mate. Her senses responded ... and she could clearly hear the breathing of five other individuals in the room. But of them Nallia was drawn to only one, a being she could smell even from here. Nallia slowly rolled over, her eyes focusing on Lira. She spared Rahs a glance, and she hissed at him. His earlier defeat of her forgotten as the scent of Lira filled her nostrils. As far as Nallia was concerned ... she saw Lira as her mate and Rahs and the others were just competition.

Nallia hissed once more at Rahs before her hand plucked the dagger off the ground. Her head snapped around and she moved towards the nearest competition ... one of the prone guards. Within a few seconds she had moved between the last of the prone guards, and she shifted her attention back to Rahs. She hissed once more and leapt towards him, her gaze one of feral lust.

In her current state it would be fairly easy for Rahs to subdue her ... even if he was unarmed. Once proper dominance was established she would be a lot more controllable.

Huh, she's acting so weird. What the hell is wrong with her all of a sudden? "I don't believe any of us is harmed... Flawless victory, I guess, but I'm a little-"

Rahs couldn't finish his sentence due Nallia moving on the floor. The agent had shifted her head to look at the heron girl and then started to roll around, glancing at the mercenary and hissing at him with an obvious hostility. Sure, she always remained hostile towards him somewhat, but to simply hiss at him like an animal was not the kind of behavior that characterized the beautiful agent.

However, when she hissed again before grabbing the dagger and headed directly to another guard, the mercenary was even more confused. It was what she was doing since the beginning, but her movements weren't as calculated as before. She didn't approach the rest of the guards carefully nor cut as perfectly as she did, instead killing them to complete the massacre with a deadly speed.

Once Nallia turned around to face Rahs, he knew that she was out of her usual self completely, even going so far to break the rules of the hunt and attack him once again. But when the mercenary saw her leap at him with such a reckless attack, he couldn't take it seriously. The Kaji he fought in his ship was difficult to deal with, trying to win with her traps and cunning skills. However, the Nallia that aimed for him with the knife was just like another drunk alien in a bar or slave pen. Even her eyes reflected a distinctive lust not normal to anything he had seen in a sentient being.

The skilled warrior carefully, yet quickly and making it look so simple, managed to disarm Nallia, hitting her arm as she got close at him and threw the knife away. His right hand made the knife pierce a wall and he used its position to hit the agent's head with the back of his hand as if punishing her for behaving like that. Her lack of self control and hunting skills left her wide open to his next move, that caused her to be smashed against the floor. If she acts like an animal, then I'll treat her like an animal... Rahs ended up putting his kneel on her body and grabbing her wrists with his hands to finally stop her berserk attitude. "She went nuts huh?" he asked Lira, even if he didn't look like talking to anyone, simply staring right at Nallia's eyes.

With an animal like agression seeming to spring from Nallia, Lira took a step back from the two of them as she watched Nallia quickly move to the three remaining guards killing them as quickly and mercilessly as possible. And as soon as the final guard was dead the increasingly hostile Nallia lept at Rahs, all reason seeming to have left her as well as her memories of their last encounter.

The fight, if you could even call it that, was over within seconds as Rahs quickly disarmed Nallia before smashing her to the floor. She saw him use a knee to pin Nallia down while his strong arms kept her wrists together to keep her from hurting anyone while in her berserk state.

The question, while not specifically aimed at her, ellicited a response of "Uhm....It seems like it. I'd try a Galdr to fix it but I don't know if it would work as I have no idea what's making her like this."

Nallia would normally have had no trouble dodging Rahs' attack, and probably making him pay for it as well. But this was not a normal Nallia, this one was almost feral. She was affected by the same lust that took a Kaji male when they scented a female, and that lust ripped apart whatever thoughts she had, whatever personality she had, and instead replaced it with something feral. Something that only really felt the desire to mate. But she could smell competition, the last one left.

But he had beaten her almost effortlessly. And as a result she was pinned on the floor. Her eyes looked up into his, and as she squirmed in his grip, trying to get free, the pain from his blows returned. She stopped struggling, and something shifted in her eyes. They retained their feral look, but the aggression faded and a submission replaced it. Nallia looked up at Rahs as her body relaxed. He had beaten her, which meant the mate was his. And since she had tried to challenge him he had control of her life. By the time she had submitted Lira had started to speak. But Nallia didn't hear any of her words, she would understand and follow fairly basic instructions from Rahs, but that was the limit of her understanding.

The mercenary could tell that the same feral nature that overtook Nallia was still there, but the aggression and killing intent were gone after struggling a bit under his iron grip. Slowly she stopped to squirm while held by him, and simply stared back at him. But there was something new in her eyes, like a soft and calm feeling, the submission of defeat.

Why was the agent going through that, he did not know. Not even when he technically bested her in the ship, she followed her code but never gave in her will to him, but right there it felt like she could do whatever he wanted. Any trace of hostility was gone, and her body relaxed. Rahs was not entirely sure if it was okay to let go of her, but the look on her eyes seemed real.

"You better don't go crazy anymore," he told Nallia as he slowly let go of her wrists and stood up beside her. He looked at Lira, noticing for the first time since they entered the base her bare chest and looked at her bosom briefly before looking up to her eyes when she mentioned she could try a Galdr. "You think?" Rahs started, as if unsure of the proposal. "I kind of like her like she is right now... seems submissive enough to me," he said like a joke, but it was obvious he meant it.

"She doesn't seem to understand us, however... I wonder if she can speak or somehow she hit her head pretty badly in the fight." Rahs commented, crossing his arms. The mercenary looked at Nallia with some doubt in his eyes, and since the agent didn't try to kill him like she did before, he decided to use her a bit for the time being. "Go get my lance," the syrictae ordered, not knowing what to expect. However, that was probably due to an increasing lust surging within him that was focusing on the heron girl right then. I still have to be paid for this...

After a few moments of squirming in his iron grip Lira noticed that Nallia had become calm, with all traces of aggression seemingly gone in an instant. Thinking of what Nallia was possibly going through left her extremely confused but there was no time to think about it as they still had to get out of here.

With Rahs seeming to have Nallia under control it was no surprise to Lira when he let go of her wrists and stood up beside her. "Well if you think she's ok like this... But are you sure she won't attack you again?" she asked him before looking over to Nallia, obviously kind of confused at the whole thing but trusting his judgement.

"Well I think one of the guards hit her pretty hard in the face. I don't know why that would change her so much though..." she told him after he gave the simple order to Nallia. While waiting to see if the huntress responded Lira looked at Rahs and asked "So what now? Do we escape on your ship?"

When Rahs released her Nallia remained on the ground, her eyes continuing to look at his as her chest moved in rapid breaths. As he spoke briefly with the mate Nallia continued to watch him, although her eyes flickered to the mate jealously for brief moments. She wanted the mate, wanted it with every fibre of her body, every sense was screaming at her, demanding that she took her. But she still remembered how easily she had been beaten, and her body still submitted to that memory.

When Rahs ordered her to get his lance she rolled over, gasping as the movement ground her thinly armoured bust against the floor, and rose, shakily, to her feet. She looked around until she spotted the lance and moved towards it.

As she moved away from the mate her body screamed at her to either charge back towards her or flee. But when Rahs had beaten her he had established a dominance over her, and she would not risk crossing that dominance. At least so soon after her previous challenge. She reached Oliver's corpse and started to work the lance out of his neck.

"I believe that even in such a state, her natural behavior of submitting when defeated will appear, apparently. Besides, in such a feral state, maybe to dare attack against someone that proved his dominance is a very bad thing to do. I don't think a hit to her face would cause her to be like that, but oh well, whatever the cause, I'm not complaining," Rahs responded to Lira, having his arms crossed and looking carefully at Nallia. "Yes, it's better if we leave this place now. Don't want to risk staying here and they managed to send a distress signal to other slavers."

Nallia's struggles to stand up properly were confusing for him, it seemed like if her entire body hurt or she was feeling something peculiar. Her shaky feet and weird movements continued even as she neared Oliver's corpse to retrieve his lance. With a sigh, Rahs looked how the agent returned and stared at the two girls. "Nallia, would you please accompany Lira back to the ship? Take my lance and wait for me... Oh, and take good care of her."

His last words had a very interesting tone, and his orders were clear. He felt something was up, but was not sure if he was imagining things or not. Either way, he needed them to go back to the ship so he could take the spoils of the battle There was no way he would let Oliver's money go to waste just being there.

"Well, I guess you're right. It's still kind of strange though...especially after seeing how she normally acts." she told Rahs focusing on him as he spoke. She quickly noticed Nallia's odd movements after she stood and made her way over to the lance though, leaving her even more confused but putting it to whatever was happening to her.

When Nallia finally returned, carrying the bloodied lance, Lira looked to Rahs as he said "Nallia, would you please accompany Lira back to the ship? Take my lance and wait for me... Oh, and take good care of her." Thinking nothing of the odd tone she asked "What you're not coming with us?"

Nallia pulled the lance free savagely, her entire body angry at being denied a chance to mate. At being forced to serve the one who would get to mate. But she still did what was asked, and soon she was carrying the bloody lance back to Rahs. She went to offer the lance to Rahs, but at his words the anger in her body suddenly faded, and excitement replaced it. No doubt the mercenary would see the flare of anticipation in her eyes. She would do as he asked and escort her to the ship ... once they were on it he had said nothing to stop her from trying to take the mate.

Nallia stepped away, and when Lira didn't instantly follow she glanced over her shoulder at her and gestured, clearly impatient to reach the ship. When Lira wondered that Rahs was not coming with them she mentally cursed, and hoped he wouldn't change his mind. The normal Nallia's reasons would be because if he didn't she could hijack his ship and leave him stranded here, this one simply wanted to get the mate away from the one who had bested her to give Nallia a chance to take her.

Even with her weak steps and weird movements, Rahs could feel some frustration coming from Nallia. The hatred for defeat was present even when her 'special' state of being took over her. The lance was dripping blood across the floor as she neared them and left a perfect trail from Oliver's throne. When the mercenary ordered her to take Lira, her excitement was obvious. Her face completely lit up and her body was aching to move again. However, the heron girl seemed confused with his decision.

"I am... Eventually. You two wait for me in the ship, I have to extract my payment from him. You must be familiar with the term of 'spoils of war', anyway. So worry not, and go. I'll see you there." Rahs looked at Lira when he talked to her, and then kept looking at her and at the agent, noticing how Nallia gestured Lira to move and so did he. He waited until they were both gone when he sighed and wondered if he should start with the bodies of the dead guards.