"No. You haven't truly admitted your defeat." Samson answered, shaking his long maned head from side to side as he spoke in a castigating tone. "You haven't done enough to thoroughly convince me of such a thing." He added, moving his boot off of Mariki's hand but kept his greatsword near her.

"Go on. Get your blade then face me once more." He spoke harshly. "I feel as though I haven't pushed you to the limit and then some."

"Then I see no other reason but to make you one of my own," Samson answered with a smug look on his face as he advanced closer to Mariki and placed a hand on her shoulder then roughly spun her around. "Because in all honesty, seeing you laying there before me has got me thinking... If I can't have anything else more from you, then I might as well have you personally as something... well... Different, if you catch my drift." He added, keeping her there.

"I don't think I have a need to tell you, Mariki. Or at least in greater detail." Samson answered with a smirk. "But know this. I have every intention on letting you heal first before such a thing occurs." He added before suddenly tossing the swordswoman onto his shoulder.

Looking off to the side, Samson then lifted a hand up to his lips and emitted a loud whistle, calling for his warhorse to his side. Minutes later, Samson's steed arrived, galloping hard before sliding to a stop beside him. From there and without setting Mariki down, Samson then climbed up onto his horse with that same smirk.

Samson thought about galloping off with his new prize, but stopped for a moment when he spotted the second horse. This one was in no doubt hers, from what he figured. Hmm... Should I take this one along for the ride or not...? He thought as he looked at the other horse.

"She might follow me. She might not. Oh well. It doesn't matter." He said to himself as he gave a quick snap of the reins to his horse.

"HEY!" He shouted to the horse, getting a whinny out of it then began to gallop.

"You had better be. Otherwise, I'll hunt you down and leave your severed head on a pike for all to see." Samson warned as he turned his horse around and directed her back to her horse.

"Then again, I'll even do you one better. I'll let you ride your horse along with mine as we return to my domicile." Samson corrected himself, knowing full well of what he was speaking.

As expected and promised, Samson took Mariki's legendary blade and strapped it to his horse as he led her onwards. "Your purpose, my little slave?" He asked, arching an eyebrow at her as he continued leading the pace. "Your purpose will be to serve me without questions and I shall reward you with my undying devotion. In other words, you will give everything to me. Every part of your body, from the top of your head to the bottoms of your feet are mine to command." Samson explained, closing his eyes in thought.

"Secondly, if you were to go against my commands, little slave, then you are to be punished to the exact extent of your offense." He added, glancing over to Mariki as he spoke. "Is that understood?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

"However... Your service will only begin until after your wounds have sufficently healed up properly. You won't be of any use to me if you look as bad as you do, my dear." Samson answered, shaking his head without even looking at her. "If I'm not mistaken, I just about tore your arm off with one cleave of my blade." He added.

With that, Samson looked ahead as he saw his home not far fom them now. "There it is, my pet. Our new home. I will send for a healer to mend your injuries. Afterwards, you will rest. From there, once you are fully rested and healed... Your service to me will begin." Samson said.