[Her fingers are already curling around one of her bone-handled daggers and she nods.] Yes.
[A beat passes. Two.
Something tense she can't quite pinpoint hangs in the air. She steps wide to her left, her back turned to his, eyes scanning the alley for the source of the phantom sound.
It's almost between blinks, she doesn't even see where they come from, but there are four men- she assumes- in masks are suddenly surrounding them. The scent of earth and rot is strong enough to make her cough, but she dares to shout a question at them, anyway- ]
What do you want? [There's no good answer. The voice that greets her is haunting and strange, and he only says: "You," before lunging to grab her, earning a wicked slice across the top of his hand for his troubles.]
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[A beat passes.
Two.
Something tense she can't quite pinpoint hangs in the air. She steps wide to her left, her back turned to his, eyes scanning the alley for the source of the phantom sound.
It's almost between blinks, she doesn't even see where they come from, but there are four men- she assumes- in masks are suddenly surrounding them. The scent of earth and rot is strong enough to make her cough, but she dares to shout a question at them, anyway- ]
What do you want? [There's no good answer. The voice that greets her is haunting and strange, and he only says: "You," before lunging to grab her, earning a wicked slice across the top of his hand for his troubles.]