A hard fist to his gut was what came next, knocking the air from his lungs and making his vision go white, then he'd feel hands touching all over his body, before Amaya found what she was looking for; keys. Leaving the cell quickly, she locked Kojurou inside before hurrying out of the dungeons, looking for a way out.
Kojurou groaned, fighting to stay conscious. Eyes unfocused, he watched her bolt out of the room and clenched his fists. As Amaya tried hunting for an exit, Masamune was making his way to the dungeons to check and see what was taking Kojurou so long.
Amaya had almost figured her way out, when she rounded the corner, seeing Masamune. She froze for a moment, then dropped the cell keys and sprinted for a window, hoping to jump to her freedom.
She winced as her fresh gash was pressed against the wall. "Your Right Eye, he was so much easier to take down than I'd thought. If he's anything like you, it explains why you lost your sword so easily."
Masamune's eye turned into a slit and he twisted her arm so tight, he felt it snap. "I find that hard to believe, considering Kojurou is stronger than I am." He sneered, "So, I can only assume you pulled some shit, which won't end very well for you."
She let out a weak cry of pain, a searing pain shooting up her arm. "Don't make me laugh.." She trembled slightly. "At least both of you can now wear matching eye-patches." With her good hand, she held up the torn piece of cloth from Kojurou's jacket, which was covered in blood.
He pulled her head back and dug his thumb into her right eye, ignoring the blood that gushed out under his thumb as he steadily pried her eye from the socket.
Amaya had been barely conscious before, having her head nearly caved in, but when Masamune jammed his armored thumb into her eye, a scream of agony ripped from her throat.
With a hard flick of his thumb, the eye popped out easily. He ripped the last of it out and tossed it out the window for the birds. "Come on." He hissed and dragged her bag to the dungeons after grabbing the cell keys.