"I've never quite seen anyone attack a mans genitals with such precision and vigor," Akyra could barley contain herself as she almost collapsed from laughter, drawing astonished and puzzled looks from her warriors who were not used to her act this way.
Walking up to the dismembered head of Rolo, Akyra grasped it by the hair and held it up to inspect it.
"Was he of any use anyways?" Akyra rhetorically asked to no one in particular. With disdain Akyra chucked the head to the side and turned to face Meeta, who had shown great skill in finishing off Rolo so quickly.
"Well Meeta, it is quite apparent that you lied when you said you were a house slave. You are, no, were a very competent gladiator. Why you are not still fighting in the Colosseum boggles my mind, but, that is of little consequence now."
"Do you feel free Meeta? Because you are truly free now, drink in the ability to make choices for yourself, and taste the pride of your victories, from now on you will own them, not someone else. Of course it will take a while for you to drop your old habits, and some you may never get rid of. You are however, a skilled fighter, and perhaps you have some other talents yet to be uncovered as well."
"I offer you," Akyra proposed, "a home. I am the Warlord of the Sand Dragon People, and many people like you have called our band of warriors home over the centuries, giving their lives purpose, and if not purpose, at least a family and a proud tradition that makes people from the cities quake in fear. My ancestors were run away slaves, and generations later I am now Warlord, I have power, prestige, and I lead my people on the Great Journey to finding a homeland in the rivers to the west."
"What say you Meeta? Will you join my tribe, let us unlock you talents so you can live a life worth living, when an order issued to you is for the greater good of a people, and not a selfish nobleman? If you are concerned about my people being ruffians, I can assure you the ill-fated Rolo was an exception. He was not worthy and you slew him. My other tribesman carry themselves with dignity even if they do loose themselves in battle occasionally. While it is amusing to hear the horror stories that people concoct about us from the cities, we are a family, and we are not cannibalistic brutes."
"You have your freedom Meeta, now make your choice." Akyra declared. "If say you yes, then return me my scimitar and accompany me to camp. If say you no, take my scimitar and go off into the distance. The choice is all yours."