TW: This chapter includes mention of violence. Read at your own discretion.

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Damian's training sessions with Sayuri continued and by then he had learned a lot from her.

Unknown to Ra's and Talia, he was starting to get on better terms with Sayuri as he would often smuggle food and medical supplies into her cell. It was surprising but he too was starting to soften towards her such that seeing her being treated so mercilessly didn't sit right with him.

He might not know the extent of what the Sasuke clan had done for his grandfather to harbor such hatred toward her but he wanted to help her out. He had learned that her entire clan had been tortured to death including her husband and child.

And with that knowledge, it made perfect sense why Talia believed that she would end up killing Damian to take her revenge. But she had done nothing of the sort even though she had plenty of opportunity to do so.

Strange though it may seem, Damian felt indebted to her and wanted to pay it off by helping her escape the clutches of the Al Ghuls.

And so he began to think about how he could help her escape. He knew talking to her about it wouldn't go well and he didn't want anyone to eavesdrop on them and report it to Talia either. So he more or less had to plan everything on his own.

He knew it couldn't be possible if Talia or Ra's were in the fortress so he waited for the day they had to leave for their routine visit to the secondary base in Cape Town.

When they had left, he put his plan into action.

First, he disabled the security cameras covering footage from the dungeons then as stealthily as possible, he took two of their finest swords down there. The time he had chosen to go was during the guard's lunch break so he wasn't there to catch him.

Before disabling the cameras, he had nicked the master key to the cells knowing it would unlock Sayuri's cell too.

He was taking a huge risk but he had come that far and couldn't back off at the last minute.

Reaching Sayuri's cell, he saw she was sitting in her usual spot but hadn't seen him approach. It was even better if she didn't know he was the one who helped her so he unlocked her cell and placed the swords in.

The sound roused her from her half-asleep state but before she could see him there, he had rushed off. All she saw instead were two sharp-edged katanas placed in her cell and the lock on the barred gate hanging loose.

She didn't know if it was an opportunity or a trap but she couldn't just sit there and do nothing.

She reached forward and grasped the swords tightly. There was no guard around as she stood up, swinging the weapons to check it.

An unfathomable surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins and she knew she had to get herself free from that terrible base in Nanda Parbat.

She might not get a better opportunity again.

So she made up her mind and clutching both the swords in her hands, she left the dungeons.

She might have to cut up almost the entire League but she didn't care anymore.

Her topmost priority was her freedom and she would slice through whoever came in between to stop her.

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Metal clanged against metal as the swords clashed ferociously. The heavy stench of blood ensnared her senses as she spun quickly, catching the opponent off guard, and swiftly succeeding in disarming him.

It was no ordinary fencing contest.

She was up against a squad of armed assassins and the only means she had of defending herself and gaining her freedom were the two swords in her hands.

Grey eyes blazed like embers glinting in the silvery blade of the swords she held, the edges of which were dripping with the blood of her enemies.

She was ferocious and merciless because everything she held dear had been snatched away from her; her friends, her lover as well as her child. She had nothing left to lose hence she had no boundaries.

The only thing she wanted was revenge. Revenge and freedom.

And as she slashed through the masked warriors one by one, the determination was evident in her blazing eyes; she wasn't going to stop until she had achieved what she wanted.

She wasn't going to stop until she killed every last one of them.

The delicate figure that danced among the flames of blood, slashing through whoever stepped in her way, was a terrifying sight to behold. The two swords cut through each and every human that dared to stop her.

Not even hesitating for a second before going for the kill, she finally came to a halt when her swords landed on either side of a boy with equally ferocious green eyes.  

She threateningly held her swords against him, the blades so close to his neck that the blood dripping from the swords tainted his skin. He didn't even flinch though he was well aware that she could decapitate him in one swift blow.

But no matter how deadly she had been, she couldn't bring herself to take the life of a child. 

Even though the child was none other than the grandson of the man who had destroyed everything she had, still he was just a child, not even ten years old yet.

A boy who was born into the wrong people.

A boy who reminded her strongly of her own younger brother.

After all she had been through, she had got nothing left. Nothing except her younger brother and her father. And she knew that if she was alive until now, even after suffering so drastically at the hands of her captors, it was just because she yearned to lay eyes on her family once again. 

Because out of all the people she had cared for, they were the only ones who had survived the menacing jaws of death. 

The only ones she had got left.

And she knew that no matter what happened, she had to go back to them. She had to see them once again before her life ended as well.

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