Kechaiya watched as he drew that massive blade of his. Gods was everything of this Akalak race huge? She nodded back at him as he turned and left leaving her alone. Kechaiya was no stranger to being ambushed and chased in Sunberth, especially this crazy petching season. But she normally didn't go looking for it, certainly not enticing it. For a brief moment, she considered leaving the man to his fate, and using the coin she'd pay him to buy some other food for the children. But ten golds wouldn't go far with the shortage ravaging the city, and who would she even buy it from. All of her eggs were in his basket right now. And that meant sucking it up and doing the damnable job.
If past experience told her anything, being a woman was often enough to entice really bad men to give chase. In a brief moment of humor she had considered calling out an insult to them, much like Dor'gen had in the tavern. Once the purple man was out of sight, keeping her hood down so that the men would be able to discern her as female more easily. She began walking forward down the road, still unable to see what the man had seen. When she was within a stone's throw, she saw them around the box just as Dor'gen had said, and if she could see them, that meant they could see her. And she could hear them talking and laughing amongst themselves. Not able to make out the words, she tried to remember the insult that Dor'gen had slung.
In her broken Common, she shouted at the men, "I petch mother. You loose. Good lay. Thank." Nailed it.
And for a moment, all four men looked at her with the most surprised, confuddled visages. The leader walked up to her, chuckling, "Oy, you say you petched my mother? Cuz a pretty thing like you shouldn't be diving in skirts when there's plenty of fine swords for you to sheathe here. We'll be gentle, I promise, and like you say, I am in fact, a good lay."
They both had heard the roar from the alley, and were looking back at the other men. The leader had forgotten all about the woman in front of him, as he began drawing his blade, his back to her. But Kech's blade was already in hand, and she knew enough about the body to know not to stab high where the ribs might protect him from her feeble attack, as well as to not stab near the spine for the same reason. And she didn't want to kill, but had no problem with maiming. So with a tight grip, she stabbed forward, not aiming for any of the vital points, but rather the meaty flesh of the man's rump. The blade sunk into the meat with an upward angle, but was rather deep as it had not been expected in the least bit.
The man flinched forward, ripping the dagger from her hand, hollering loudly, turning toward her with extreme disbelief, "Who the petch stabs a man in the ass?! Who petching does that?!" Sword drawn, he limped toward her, his right leg not entirely useless, but nowhere near as strong as it was without a dagger embedded in it. Kech started backing up fearfully, as he continued limping toward her. She was not about to get anywhere near the sword, especially without any form of protection. But she did notice that he wasn't moving quickly in the least bit, and she wonder if the blade was impeding his hip bone. "I'm gonna petchin kill you bitch. Carve that pretty face good."
She removed her pack and held it between her, just in case he was able to close the distance, still backing up. Then she just turned and ran, realizing he couldn't catch her. But she wasn't leaving her companion. She remembered a stack of empty crates near the water's edge, likely waiting to be filled and loaded on a merchant vessel. "Oy, I'm gonna get you bitch, you can't hide from me!" Steering toward the crates, she suddenly slowed, and made pained noises, clutching at an "injury" she'd gotten in her leg. "Ha, stupid woman can't even run right."
Kechaiya ducked behind the crates, as if to hide from him. She peered out around the stack able to somewhat see him, and could hear his heavy breathing and dragging leg lumbering closer. She got her hands beneath the edge of the top most crate and began straining to push it up and forward. Being empty, it wouldn't take much to topple them, but she was small and rather weak. Grunting straining, she tried to boost it with her thighs before the stack pitched forward. "Argh!" was all she heard before they crashed in a cacophony of splintering wood.
Moving around the rubble, it appeared the man was unconscious, face down, sword no longer in his grasp. She pulled away some wood, digging in until she saw the hilt of her dagger. Grasping it firmly, she yanked it out as blood dripped around. She then started running back, to try and help Dor'gen further if she could.
If past experience told her anything, being a woman was often enough to entice really bad men to give chase. In a brief moment of humor she had considered calling out an insult to them, much like Dor'gen had in the tavern. Once the purple man was out of sight, keeping her hood down so that the men would be able to discern her as female more easily. She began walking forward down the road, still unable to see what the man had seen. When she was within a stone's throw, she saw them around the box just as Dor'gen had said, and if she could see them, that meant they could see her. And she could hear them talking and laughing amongst themselves. Not able to make out the words, she tried to remember the insult that Dor'gen had slung.
In her broken Common, she shouted at the men, "I petch mother. You loose. Good lay. Thank." Nailed it.
And for a moment, all four men looked at her with the most surprised, confuddled visages. The leader walked up to her, chuckling, "Oy, you say you petched my mother? Cuz a pretty thing like you shouldn't be diving in skirts when there's plenty of fine swords for you to sheathe here. We'll be gentle, I promise, and like you say, I am in fact, a good lay."
They both had heard the roar from the alley, and were looking back at the other men. The leader had forgotten all about the woman in front of him, as he began drawing his blade, his back to her. But Kech's blade was already in hand, and she knew enough about the body to know not to stab high where the ribs might protect him from her feeble attack, as well as to not stab near the spine for the same reason. And she didn't want to kill, but had no problem with maiming. So with a tight grip, she stabbed forward, not aiming for any of the vital points, but rather the meaty flesh of the man's rump. The blade sunk into the meat with an upward angle, but was rather deep as it had not been expected in the least bit.
The man flinched forward, ripping the dagger from her hand, hollering loudly, turning toward her with extreme disbelief, "Who the petch stabs a man in the ass?! Who petching does that?!" Sword drawn, he limped toward her, his right leg not entirely useless, but nowhere near as strong as it was without a dagger embedded in it. Kech started backing up fearfully, as he continued limping toward her. She was not about to get anywhere near the sword, especially without any form of protection. But she did notice that he wasn't moving quickly in the least bit, and she wonder if the blade was impeding his hip bone. "I'm gonna petchin kill you bitch. Carve that pretty face good."
She removed her pack and held it between her, just in case he was able to close the distance, still backing up. Then she just turned and ran, realizing he couldn't catch her. But she wasn't leaving her companion. She remembered a stack of empty crates near the water's edge, likely waiting to be filled and loaded on a merchant vessel. "Oy, I'm gonna get you bitch, you can't hide from me!" Steering toward the crates, she suddenly slowed, and made pained noises, clutching at an "injury" she'd gotten in her leg. "Ha, stupid woman can't even run right."
Kechaiya ducked behind the crates, as if to hide from him. She peered out around the stack able to somewhat see him, and could hear his heavy breathing and dragging leg lumbering closer. She got her hands beneath the edge of the top most crate and began straining to push it up and forward. Being empty, it wouldn't take much to topple them, but she was small and rather weak. Grunting straining, she tried to boost it with her thighs before the stack pitched forward. "Argh!" was all she heard before they crashed in a cacophony of splintering wood.
Moving around the rubble, it appeared the man was unconscious, face down, sword no longer in his grasp. She pulled away some wood, digging in until she saw the hilt of her dagger. Grasping it firmly, she yanked it out as blood dripped around. She then started running back, to try and help Dor'gen further if she could.
