I struggle as much as possible, but to no avail. I use a skill I learned once when I was watching a movie, though: Flexing my muscles while getting tied so that I can relax them later and have some more room to move around and hopefully untie myself. "The name's Trent Kareen. And even if I did kidnap her, what would it matter to you? She could help us a lot in this predicament. Which reminds me: What is the predicament? what was that about blowing the world up and us being the only survivors? I need details if you want me to help!"

"Shut up, pervert kidnapper." Hardy kicked Trent hard in the gut and the maids cheered more.

I fold in half, covering my stomach with my knees. It knocked the wind out of me, but I recover after a few seconds. "What did I ever do to you?"

"Kidnapped an innocent girl and forced her to have brutal sex with you. That's not very nice of you." Hardy smirked and stared down the ruthless thug.

"What are you talking about? Where did you hear that from?"

"This girl says she doesn't know you, yet you carried her here and were handling her rather roughly. It's obvious you kidnapped her." Hardy put his arms around Kyra and grinned. "Too bad you were weak. You're not a very bright rapist, are you?"

"Back in my day, rapists didn't get off so easy!" Penn said with a hint of anger, walking over to Trent and hitting him on the head with the walking stick. "They got the death sentence! I say he gets the very same!"

"W-what's a rapist?" Hunter asks.

I take the hit, and I sort of spin around to try and trip Hardy.

Penn jumps into action, placing his own foot out firmly to protect Hardy, then conjuring up what little strength he could and hit Trent on the head with the blunt side of the walking stick. Surprisingly, it was strong enough to knock someone out, despite his old age.

OOC: Haingi. Please. For god's sakes. Stop using first-person RPing. It annoys the hell out of me, not only because it doesn't fit in, I can never reference to your name without looking back to the first post.

"Thanks, Penn. Thought you could trip me up, eh? You're not getting out of this one. You may have led a life of running from the law, but I'm the law now and I've got you right under my thumb. Hunter, I want you to keep a close watch on this guy." Hardy kneeled in front of Kyra. "Are you alright, Kerris?"

"uh... Kyra... and it feels like I've been punched face."

*OoC: alright, fine.

Trent grunts when he's hit again, and soon loses consciousness.

Hunter Asks again.
"What's a Rapist?"
He takes out his wooden shortsword and pokes Trent with it.

Trent lies there, with no movement other than breathing.