Self Defense, I Swear (Solo)

[Tshaka re Hafra]

Spring 31, 511

Tshaka began down toward the docks. A large galleon full of grain came in last night and they needed more workers to unload it. And quickly, since grain doesn't last long in damp climates. She saw the large, efficient line of carts that assisted in the unloading. Her job today would be moving the grain from the ship onto the carts. She walked down the dock, nodded at the unloading supervisor, and went up the gangplank of the massive ship. The gangplank was wide enough for six men to carry grain side by side down it. They were also using a block and tackle to unload large pallets of the grain directly into the carts. They could have this whole ship unloaded in a couple of hours.

She reached the deck of the ship and saw the bustling stevedores everywhere. She was thankful they had a crew hauling the pallets from the lower decks, to the top deck. She went over and picked up the fifteen pound sack of grain, then proceeded to load one in each arm, six in all. She grunted under the strain and started down the gangplank and loaded the cart carefully. She jogged up the gangplank and grabbed some more and repeated the process. After about an hour she had to reduce her load to four grain sacks, her wind starting to leave her. She had one carried by her upper arms, one by her lower arms, and two clamped to her sides by her middle arms. She was able to maintain this for a while longer, switching to three after about two hours. After an hour of unloading three at a time, they ran out of grain. There was however a small traffic jam occuring due to a broken cart wheel so they to wait. Meanwhile the sailors began to unload, men from whatever land the grain came from. One look at them and Tshaka knew they were trouble. Then again... So was she.

[Tshaka re Hafra]

Her hand still throbbed from where she was stabbed yesterday. She wished she would like less revealing clothes, as usual she was wearing her emerald green bikini top, loose soft leather breeches, her chain belt, and her soft leather boots. However she liked showing off her body, and many liked looking at it. The sailors saw her waiting on the carts to unclog and apparantly felt this would be a good oppurtunity for some fun. 

The three walked over, "Hey there sweet cheeks, like the boat? It's not much, but my own personal galleon is much more impressive." The three men laughed at the poor anatomy joke. Tshaka shot him daggers, "You look like more of a dinghy kind of fellow to me."
The laughing stopped and rage passed over his face. "What's that you say whore?" He grabbed her by the arm, pulled her to his torso and with his other hand took a liberal grab of her ass. Her eyes raged but then she played it off, "Why don't we go back to your quarters?" The man went back to laughing, and started to pull her toward the gangplank. She hammered her fist down on his wrist and as he turned back to her he was meet as she smashed the hard part of her palm into his nose. He staggered up the gangplank clutching his nose, screaming in pain and rage. She jabbed at one of the other men and received a hard blow to the stomach. The third man tackled her hard, sending them both off the dock into the water below.

[Tshaka re Hafra]

She remembered to take a breath before they hit the water. His shoulder was driving hard into her stomach when they broke the surface. They continued down a few feet and she put her arms to work. She grabbed at hair, ears, while one hand snaked for her dagger. She got a hold of some hair and then pushed her arms and began to swim down. The man tried to punch but punches were severely weakened underwater. As she swam down the mans head pulled with her hand since she had his hair. As soon as she had his body bent over, she placed four hands on the back of his hand and thrust upward to the surface. She popped up and grabbed a lungful of air as a crate splashed heavily in the water next to her. The remaining guy was throwing goods at her. Was he insane? That's jail time for wasting resources. She dove back down finally getting her dagger free, and swam to the man, as he swam up toward the surface. Her arms got a hold of one of his and pulled him toward her, twisting and locking his arm. Bubbles streamed from his mouth as he cried out in pain. She locked the arm in behind him and placed the dagger at his throat as the floated to the surface. The broke the tension as another crate came flying toward them. She dove again, and the crate smashed into the sailor's head.

She swam down deep to get out of sight of the surface and silently appear beneath the slimy dock. Through the cracks she could see the first man she struck searching, while the man with a crate over his head simply waited. A floating crate bumped her giving her a difficult and dangerous idea. She grabbed it and swam straight downwards. After getting about twenty feet she couldn't hold it under the water any more. She pushed it outwards and let it go. She also swam to the opposite of it. The crate shot upwards to the surface on the side of the dock the two men weren't facing. She meanwhile swam as fast and hard as she could to the other side of the dock. The crate broke the surface and hopped a couple feet from the water. Both men rushed to that side as one threw his crate blindly. Tshaka broke the surface, leapt up at grabbed the edge of the dock. She pulled herself up quickly as the men began to turn to her.