I face Zhian'Thar, thinking how to negotiate with her—if I just hand over this dismembered slave to Zhian'Thar, she'll break any fair deal and try to kill me.
'I need a bargaining chip, a way to escape or keep her from killing me...' I think about what to offer.
"Hey, Zhian'Thar, I've got an interesting deal. Would you be interested in hearing it? If all goes well, you can get this bitch back!" I say, squeezing Tsukiyo's body gently; she groans in pain with every move I make.
"What do you want?" Zhian'Thar speaks, but it's clear she's thinking about killing me as soon as possible.
"It's quite simple. I want a pure physical strength duel. We fight using only our bodies, and at most we'll use Mana to strengthen our blows—but no spells, skills, or any other form of power."
"I know you wouldn't fight fair once Tsukiyo was safe, but she isn't. I used magic to enslave her, and I'll give one simple order."
