Baskadia

He was fast, but I was faster. He slowed as two Afraneen blocked his entrance into the mass of party goers on the street. I caught him he swung blindly at me as I swirled to avoid the hit, jump, kicked, and he landed on the ground with my foot on his neck unconscious. The crowd roared. The guard in charge of the prisoner came to retrieve him.

"Pepreecee," he said, "Thank you." It was the same guard who had not helped me earlier.

Yehೲ seshahೲlded behỷee mamϽre cahrꜽfalel "You should be more careful," I said.

"Yehೲ ahree tetraỷnend yineꤩnda ahrꜽtet Ͽvav ೲbahah?"
"You are trained in the art of ೲbahah?" He asked quizzically.

I quietly assessed him without speaking. Of course he couldn't recognize that I was military I was dressed in civilian attire. I raised one finger to my lip to signify the affirmative in the Yasaa military sign language.

"Yi ꝏỷlel fas᭧f yehೲ." "I will remember you." He said remember in old Afnean which gave it a double meaning. It meant 'fore mind' the opposite of forget but it was something you might say to an enemy or it could be something you may say to a friend, if to a friend it meant I will recall your kindness, but if to an enemy, it meant should I see you first under different circumstances I will end you. Before, I could ask him what he meant the ben came.

Doh came out of the bar then and rushed over to me.