No Escape

For hours now had she been rolling around on the floor of the small, dark cell, in the deep Carrandel catacombs. Trashing about, straining her muscles to the max.
Nothing budged: the leather belt harness completely controlled her. And the belts were not even that impressive! It was infuriating: under normal circumstances, she was sure she could have busted loose. The harness had been undoubtedly magically enhanced.

Badhul Rasith was one of the greatest champions of the Badhul Kahni; her strength and speed were almost legendary. During the cowardly attack on the junior Kahnili camp, she had singlehandedly staved off five Buka thugs, unarmed, until enforcements had come to the rescue. And now here she found herself, helpless as a first season Kahnili, squirming in vain, cursing.

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