Ichika looked at the group she spotted earlier for a while, but eventually decided to discard her inner hunch towards the woman prisoner as a wrong one and move on. She reaffirmed her grasp of the bag she was holding on her shoulder and turned around, but as she did so the girl heard the woman speak up. She was threatening the guards, but that is not what caught Ichika's attention. She told them of her ascendance, and how she would make them pay dearly. If her claim was true, everyone here would be in grave danger of such a curse. There was a lot of crazy people among the city folks, but as soon as the witch began speaking up in another language, Ichika's mind was set. 

The people of her village, her included, held great faith in the gods. Disrespecting them or doing anything to make one self fall out of their favor was folly, and considered pretty much suicide. Over the decades they made multiple offerings and rituals their traditions, sacrifices included, though Ichika never witnessed one herself. Any mad fool could claim to be the daughter of a god, but to Ichika the tongue in which that woman spoke up was not something she could ignore. There was too much of a risk of being cursed herself, so she had to act. Calmly, but swiftly, she walked towards the guards. The pole she was using the carry her belonging on her shoulder was actually a pretty long spear, ending with a sharp and pointy blade, as well as two smaller spikes made so she could trap a weapon blade between it and the blade to disarm. There was 2 guards holding her, and Ichika did not know if the shackles holding the witch were made of simple rope of metal, so trying to cut through it was out of the question. Her plan was simple, incredibly bold for a newcomer, but simple. 

She quickly walked into range and, when she was close enough for them to notice her unusual proximity, she grabbed the end of her spear and shook the bag off of it, discovering the blade under it. In one movement, she jumped forward and used the blunt end of the spear to push back on of the guard with surprising strength, using the element of surprise, and fell back in a crouching position. The sharp end of the spear now facing the second guard, Ichika simply turned her head to face him and made a quick stabbing trust aiming for the guard's torso. Her goal was not to leave them for dead, but to buy time for the witch to disappear. The exact reason why she was actually saving the woman was beyond her, but she had yet to prove her instincts wrong. The blade dug deep within the armor of the guard and, hopefully, his body. While raising from her crouched position, she used her spear as a balance to kick the stabbed guard away. The girl looked up at the air and used her fingers to emit a strong whistling noise, then looked at the witch.

''Let's fly.'' As she spoke the word, a great jade-colored snake with wings flew down form the sky to land beside them, hissing at the nearby people. The sudden emergence of such a strange creatures installed doubts within the hearts of eventual attackers. The beast was large enough for at least two persons to hold unto it so that it could fly them to the outskirt of town, where they would disappear. 

Ichika jumped on her mount's self crafted saddle. On it she wouldn't be exactly sitting, bur rather had her feet in special holes made so she could hold the reins in a semi-sitting position. 

''Come, witch. Or die here.''

So far this whole mess had been a gamble. Ichika didn't know if she was an ordinary woman, or a mass murderer. All of this was built on a simple 5 seconds long hunch her instincts gave her, yet it was way too late to apologize now.