She backed away from the Master that walked toward her. She could see him get hard and did not want him to dredge her mind successfully. How would it seem if a Mindslave got overcome by seduction? This was Saru's job, what the hell was he doing with that nice young lady, didn't he remember that only she could kill her? Her martial arts suit flew up as the Master got too close. She flipped a pocketknife then slashed his fingers. Blood grazed the ground as a loud moan split the sky. Both she and the Master, glanced behind them--the Mindslave was straddling her Master and they were locked in a kiss. Hell no--she would not go immobile for this! She thought as she slashed the Master's chest and dashed toward the scene, pocketknife in her mouth and two broadswords hugging her hands.  

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The truth sunk in slowly. Mirana was the cat that prevented this girl from asking him to be his Mindslave...but also Mirana had loved him and he hadn't found her in a coven brothel--one choice was right. His eyes immediatly became slits as he saw Mirana rush to them. He threw his back in front of the three blade assault. His goal was simple: to listen. Mirana couldn't touch another Mindslave, she said so herself. He felt the blinding pain of three blades open his skin, pierce flesh and scrape his spinal column. His blood drowned the grass.

~Continued in Chapter 10 part II