The heroes shout something encouraging, asking to remember the best moments experienced with them in life. After that, the person whose mind has been captured begins to resist and suffer from pain, he fights and eventually regains his sanity.

- Assumption: if the control over your slave was not sleeping at the same moment that the witch lost consciousness, then words to return it will not do any good. You will only waste oxygen on the ship, and I will continue to be silent ... As you ordered me, - Atria's voice was heard from the ceiling with a slight reproach and resentment.

Although she tried to make him more unemotional, it didn't work.

Is she mad at me? Seriously? Don't tell me that this fucking AI that was supposed to help me is getting more and more emotional...

I got into a defensive stance, the only thing I had to do was catch Terra in the attack and disable her. Strangle, stun, hit so hard that she lost consciousness - it doesn't matter, the main thing is to knock her out before the witch wakes up.

The cat attacked me immediately, using the same charge from the first time we met on the ship. Dropping on all four limbs, she jumped at me, aiming her claws at my face. Moving my right foot slightly to the side, I bend my knee out of the way of the attack, and then completely push off the floor with my left to break the distance. For Terra did not make the old mistake, the moment she realized that her attack had missed the target, the furrioda twisted like a cat in the air and tried to strike with the claws of her left hand in the side with a turn. It can be said that she just made a “barrel” in the air.

Leaning back a little, I avoid the claws whistling a centimeter from my nose. She landed and immediately scratched the wooden floor and turned in my direction again trying to rush to the attack. I got ahead of her, started hitting first.

The fist rushed to her snout, but she deftly ducked, using her natural flexibility. But she did not take into account one thing, my style of fighting is not based on direct strikes alone, but also on the use of too harsh fighting methods.

Fingers grabbed her by the hair at the back of her head, and directed her head straight to the knee raised at the right moment. There was a blow of such force that my leg became slightly numb and began to tingle. Terra didn't even groan in pain, only growled softly, trying to hit me again. I did not lose my superiority. Continuing to hold her by the hair, I step aside and try to knock her to the ground, but she rested on all four limbs, not wanting to give up. Still, the furrioda had more strength than me, as well as endurance. A normal person, after such a blow to the head with a knee, would roll at his feet, but she would not. Only evil grins in my direction, trying to bite its fangs into another leg or arm. His head was covered with hair matted with blood.

I have a strong girl, however.

I already took a certain pride from the realization of the strength of my own slave. She is not so useless, she will be able to stand up for herself and help me if anything, the main thing is to strengthen training in the future.

We continued to fight, jumping with each other all over the spaceship. I managed to dodge all the attacks of the furrioda in return by striking back, but this was not enough. And it seemed that Terra with every minute of a protracted battle became only stronger. Her movements got rid of "twitchiness", became smoother, more precise and precise. It has evolved quite quickly. Just a couple of minutes later, I was already fighting not a rookie, but a rather savvy opponent in martial arts. This was slightly disturbing.

Strength increased to level 5.

Agility increased to level 3.        

Notification. The parameters have increased, which means that this fight makes me give all my best. Can not argue with that. I have to watch Terra's every move, she has already stopped attacking me so mindlessly, but uses tricks. Several times she managed to hold the holds that I taught her, fortunately, I did not have time to show her how to get out of them. But as it turned out, she thinks very quickly.

All my punches were blocked, the captures overtook only the void, I began to lose. Her claws have already cut the skin on my arms and torso a couple of times, hot blood gushed out of the wounds, making me wince unpleasantly.

I lose to her because I don't fight seriously. I try to grab her and stun her, keep all the damage to a minimum. But, unfortunately, that won't work. She leaves me no choice.

- I'm sorry Terra, I wanted the best, - I said, turning to the furriode, although she does not hear me, but this will calm my conscience a little, - But I will have to hurt you.

She paused for a second, as if sensing the message of my words, but then growled again. I prevented her from attacking first, I decided to take the initiative and end it as quickly as possible before she became even stronger.

Making a deceptive attack, which she never knew about, and I did not show her, struck in the stomach. Terra doubled over as I continued my advance. A second fist slammed into her face, knocking out a pair of sharp fangs.

I was going to beat her so hard that she passed out. No other way. Then I'll take it to the medical unit and I hope they patch it up. The main thing is not to overdo it. There have already been similar cases.

Grabbing the girl by the fur, I threw her into the wall, she hit her back with a painful moan from which I felt a pinch in my chest. But you can't stop. She is already weakening, her breathing is getting heavier, her knees are trembling. A few of the claws were broken and lay somewhere on the floor, as were the knocked-out fangs.

Terra attacked with her foot, but I, having intercepted her, made a sweep, going down with a turn of the whole body. There was a roar of a falling body, and our heavy breathing, when I, having climbed onto her, clutched my hands at the furriod's throat. She tried to break free: scratching, biting the air in an attempt to reach my hands, twisted her legs. Everything is the same as the first time, but a little different. This time, it doesn't please me. On the contrary, I look at her with regret, seeing how her pupils run wildly in her eye sockets from a lack of oxygen in her lungs.

A minute passed and she finally calmed down. Slightly excited, I touched her neck with my fingers, trying to feel for a pulse. He was, barely perceptible, but slowly gaining strength as soon as the brain received a new portion of blood rich in oxygen. But more importantly, she lost consciousness.

“I’m sorry, kitten, then I’ll do whatever you want,” I muttered, climbing off her to the floor and pulling out the severed claws that she had left in my bones from her hand.

Looking around the room, I noted with a certain complacency the enormous devastation and disorder. Everywhere there were dents, cuts on the floor and walls, the remains of blood. The broken furniture lay in a useless heap of rubbish, and the body of the witch still lay against the wall. Around her flaunted an area reading from damage. Why, that Terra was brainwashed, that I was both trying to avoid harm for this strange girl who appeared out of nowhere.

It is strange that such a strong witch caught me the first time. What if I decided not to fly to the earth, but to explore other planets? If I had a lot of people on the ship, and she could turn everyone against me. It is even hard to think how much blood and victims would have to be left after this battle.

"Atria, prepare the med.block for Terra," I commanded the AI, picking up the girl in my arms.

“Everything is ready, Creel,” Atria answered in a low voice, “The place for the witch is also ready ...

- No, first I need to talk to her and find out everything ...

- But she may be in critical...

"Then she'll have to tell everything as quickly as possible."

Having said that, I entered the round white room of the medical bay. There were already two beds hanging in the air, on one of which I laid Terra. She was very battered. Ceiling-mounted manipulators came to life, monitors lit up, displaying heart rate and blood pressure readings. I could see the recovery with my own eyes. Lots of injections, exposure to some kind of laser, and her wounds began to heal right before her eyes. The wool smoothed out, became fluffy again, having lost the dried crust of blood. Teeth erupted through the gums, and the claws slowly grew back.

- Recovery will take several hours, - Atria stated, - And yet, I strongly do not recommend interrogating ...

"As soon as she passes out, I'll bring her here," I replied calmly, holding back the urge to be rude to Atria and ask her to shut up again.

You can’t go on about emotions, especially when AI behaves so incomprehensibly and emotionally compared to my ideas. For some reason, she even took offense at me, and this is no longer good. You need to be a little more frank with her, although she predicts actions by conducting logical calculations, she still does not understand the course of my thoughts. As he does not understand that I will not kill a witch.

Then I won't bother you...

"Better tell me why Terra was getting stronger so quickly?" Are Furriodes like this? - stopping at the exit of the room, I asked Atria.

“Their strength and endurance are several times greater than human ones, but even such an abnormal power surge as she had is rare,” the AI ​​replied in a thoughtful voice, “I will try to study her body at the time of treatment.

- Do it, - I nodded, - It is better to know what she is capable of and what to expect from her.

- You still don't trust her?

- In part, - I honestly admitted, realizing that during these five days I had become slightly attached to the cat, - If we are destined to continue to search for all the witches together, it is better to know what she is capable of and what are her limits.

I exited the block leaving Terra to recover under Atria's watchful eye. In principle, nothing prevented her from simultaneously following the treatment and helping me further with advice. Although her advice now basically only interferes with me, but the information is useful.

Approaching the body of the witch, I touched her with the toe of my boot, checking if she woke up. The first time he pushed gently, the second time it was already more noticeable in the ribs, but she did not move. Either the shutter speed is good and pretends to endure this or has not yet woken up. Deciding not to take it on himself and expose his back or unarmed neck, he grabbed his leg with his hand and dragged him into the cargo compartment, which was located on the lower tier of the ship. I am a useless sailor, like an astronaut, therefore I do not know all these names of compartments and everything else. I use the knowledge of science fiction films, and even relying on them, I can’t dare to call the cargo compartment the lower deck. Although it is not certain that this is correct.

Having gone down on the elevator, which turned out to be hiding all the time next to the airlock, I found myself in the right compartment filled with a bunch of crates of supplies. There were clothes, furniture wrapped in some sort of cotton wool, supplies, and the tools the robots needed to repair the ship if it broke down. The room was quite spacious, as if the main deck and my personal cabin were connected without partitions. Apparently the entire lower tier was given over to the cargo compartment. What for? Apparently, the rich have such a fool, to carry a bunch of expensive things and furniture everywhere. This kid was going to put rich furniture in a cramped little room at the academy? Or for the rich there are more quadrature rooms?

Grabbing the first chair that came to hand, I placed it in the center of the cargo hold. I sat the witch on it and tried to tie it as tightly as possible, using plastic ties from the tool shelf. When I found them, I laughed without restraint, realizing that such a necessary thing has survived so many millennia and has not even changed. Although it has become more comfortable, now it pulls itself together until you stop it - it's convenient.

I don’t have time to wait for the witch to wake up by herself, after all, some ship captured us, and someone sent this girl to brainwash us. As I understand it, they specifically send her first in order to get the entire crew without resistance and losses from both sides. After all, you can get a ransom for a rich person like me and have slaves. Although I would look at their attempts to do something with Terra. If it turned out to be difficult for me to cope with it myself, then I’m even afraid to imagine what it’s like for others.

- Wake up already, stop drooling! I growled as threateningly as I could, slapping the witch in the face.