(I understand that I am joining late but I would very much like to join feel free to ignore my post if it interferes with your storyline) 

Loque was pulled by the chain around his neck so hard that he stumbled and fell on his forearms and knees. He attempted to stand up but a sharp pain was inflicted on his left flank, he looked and saw a man he had grown to hate. The trader, a slave trader who had no compassion for any soul that passed him by, he was a rather well built man but it was not this that instilled fear into his captives it was his demonic grin. So sinister whenever he smiled one could see maggots writhing in his mouth. But no longer would Loque fear this retched creature called man, today was the day he would set himself free. He knew it was his day to fight a fellow captive, he knew his fellow captive well enough to know he would not win. Loque was well trained but was malnourished and could hardly fight a much larger man, so he had devised a plan with the man to ensure both of their survivals. They were to pretend to fight and the man would beat Loque to the point that he would be given a weapon to finish Loque off with, it was then that the plan would take action. the man would plant the weapon in the ground next to Loque, they had to hope that it would be a knife or else it would become extremely difficult to complete the plan. After that they merely had to fight there way out. Loque stood and saw a pit had been dug for the two of them to fight in, he saw no weapons in it yet but knew it would happen eventually. He saw his 'opponent' and they exchanged nods and slowly climbed into the pit, Loques chain was taken off and he lightly massages the area on his neck where it had been resting. He saw the warrior get into a fighting stance and he did the same they circled each other briefly, until the warrior made the first move. He cocked his arm back very far for the punch and made it obvious Loque should duck, the swing came wide and Loque easily went under it but shockingly the man grabbed the back of Loque's head and kneed him in the stomach. Loque was dazed for a moment, but the next blow came swiftly and precisely to Loque's jaw. Loque fell to the ground and the wet dirt splattered itself on his skin. He saw the warrior lean over him and pull back for another punch, but before he delivered the punch the man winked. Loque was reassured the act was still on. But blow after blow Loque felt more and more dazed, eventually the slaver told them to stop and when he did so the man looked at the slaver and waited for his answer. The slaver smiled with that wicked smile he bore day after day, he tossed down a fairly sized short sword to the man and he picked it up. The warrior walked over to Loque and stood above him blade in hand, he raised the blade and brought it down. It stuck into the wall of pit, very nearly missing Loque's head. The warrior grabbed Loque's hand and helped him up, then got on one knee and made it clear Loque should jump up. Loque briefly ran and jumped off the mans knee, after Loque had gotten onto the main surface the man threw the sword to Loque. Loque caught the sword just as two men rushed at him axes drawn, Loque turned to face the closer one. The man had his axe raised above his head just enough to give Loque a clear target at his flank. Loque waited until the man was within striking distance and quickly drove the shortsword into his sternum. The man's eyes opened widely as he gurgled on his blood his axe fell from his hand and embedded itself into the ground, Loque quickly pulled the blade from the mans chest and grabbed the fallen axe. He quickly spun and threw it at the remaining man, it landed between his shoulder and neck. The warrior had already climbed out of the pit and had disarmed the slaver and had him on his knees a chain wrapped around his hands. Loque smiled and walked leisurely over to where the slaver was being held, Loque twirled the knife in his hand with each step the demon's smile faded. 

"Is that your worst boy?" It shouted "A little show and some twirly knife tricks? Is that meant to intimidate me?" 

"No," Loque said throwing the knife into the demon's shoulder. The demon howled in pain and Loque grabbed the handle and twisted it and the demon screamed once again. Loque waited for it to be quite and when it started panting he pulled the knife out slowly. The demon let out a whimper and then began to chuckle.

"Come on boy, you must do more than that to scare me." The demon said, Loque raised the sword to the demons neck and pressed slightly into the skin just enough to draw blood. It smiled but Loque would not be fooled by any guise it put on and he smiled as he aimed the swords point towards the demons neck. Its smile faded and Loque thrust the blade in and out and in and out enough so that a noticeable hole was showing. Loque let the body fall forward and he looked at the warrior who had helped him escape, they simply nodded at each other and parted ways. Loque headed to the south and the man to the north, neither had anything but the clothes on their back and any weapons they could find from the grounds on which they fought. Loque carried with him the blade he had used to kill the demon, its blood still staining the blade. 

(Ok so if is traveling a road I will be walking alongside a road literally at any point.)