[Madara wouldn't be trying to carve her up if it was really him, Rin is pretty sure. She doesn't protest Ashraf's analysis - which is a good thing, as now Madara is turning towards Ashraf, eyes bowing up in the same friendly smile he gave to Rin. It's at odds with his words:]
I'm going to kill you! [Before he's plunging towards Ashraf with sword raised. Rin dashes after him to make her own strike and the first slave girls appear down the hall. Some of them are emptyhanded, others bear makeshift weapons - teapots filled with boiling water, to splash dangerously and break over heads. Trays that bore food. Not quite as dangerous as Madara, but more numerous.]
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I'm going to kill you! [Before he's plunging towards Ashraf with sword raised. Rin dashes after him to make her own strike and the first slave girls appear down the hall. Some of them are emptyhanded, others bear makeshift weapons - teapots filled with boiling water, to splash dangerously and break over heads. Trays that bore food. Not quite as dangerous as Madara, but more numerous.]