The man turned and was amused by the fact I did that. The hand I had grabbed the end of the sword with had a deep gash across it. Of course I didn't think that my right hand, which was bleeding, was my better hand for fighting. I put the sword in my left hand instead even thought I didn't know how to use it. Thankfully the only people who knew I couldn't fight were Kenshin, Karou, and Yahiko.
Kenshin looked worriedly at me; he knew I could barely hold the sword in my hand much less fight with it.
"I'll make you a deal. You fight me. If I win I get Yahiko. If you win you battle Kenshin for Yahiko," I offered.
Kenshin shook his head, "Don't,"
"What about you?" the man asked.
"I'm yours to do what you please, deal?" I asked.
"No way, that's two fights in a row. There must be something more interesting we can arrange," the man put his hand on his chin.
"I can kill you now," I said.
"You wouldn't do that, besides you can't you're right handed and that hand is bleeding. Boo hoo," the man whined.
I tightened the grip on the sword.
"I can so fight,"
"Here I'll stand here unarmed. You try and kill me. I won't fight back. If you have the guts to kill me then you can go free," the man said.
I considered his offer ignoring Kenshin who highly disapproved.
"Keori you can't, you won't," Kenshin said.
"How do I know once your dead you'll keep your word and let us go safely?" I asked.
"I'll tell the men to leave now and open the door straight outside for you. We have a deal?" He asked.
He held out his hand.