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Judo Chow was sitting on the jailcell's bench. Chains bound to her legs as she held her head down. Once, she was a proud soldier for the people against those who were too greedy to share their money, adorned in the uniform of her former faction. Now, all that remains are tatters and the morals she believed like a religion.
‘You know - the boys who brought you from the Gardens didn’t say much. Not a clue why they chose to bring you back when they wiped out your little street gang.'
She clenched her fists, the chains rattled just a little bit. She remained mute.
She was startled by the banging on the bars that confined her, before she heard the guardsman laugh.
'Hey, chow chow, you awake in there? I’m speakin' to you.'
The woman looked up to the guardsman, stepping forward to face him.
'Sergeant said he wanted to meet you - figure out what makes you different from the rest - see what he can get out of ya. Come with me.'
The door swung open, the chains were undone, Judo kept a keen eye on the guard.
She rushed and struck the guard's jaw with her left elbow, punched his gut with her right hand, yanked away the guard's axe, and plunged it into the man’s flesh. It wasn’t clean, it wasn't the best technique she was able to do to disarm an armed man. But it’s the only thing she had.
Yes, she had nothing on her, and now there's blood on her hands. The plan- no, gamble was formulated in an instant, after verifying the guardsman’s death, she stripped him down. Took his helmet, his clothes and his axe - rinsed them with a barely functional sink outside the cell.
She lugged the body inside, closed the door - and clutched her new axe, the schism between the righteous and the evil, as she attempted her escape. Judo earned her former status through gambles time and time again, this time would be no different.
All in, like always.