As soon as her companion caught up to her, she turned to him, "Give pack!" She looked further up the alley and saw a single turn off to the left. She moved toward him to retrieve it when she stumbled on a brick imbedded in the mud. Looking down at the offending stone, she suddenly had a terribly foolish idea. After getting her pack back, she looked up at him. "Need trap, need bait." She fell to her knees and drew her dagger from her waist. Stabbing at the ground around the brick, she began carving it out fervently, knowing they didn't have long. Prying it free from the soil, she passed it up to him. "Hide! Attack when close."
She pulled her wineskin from her pack and poured some of the robust red on the ground, then returned it to the pack. She purposefully laid down in the puddle, and stabbed a hole in her blouse, slipping the blade with in it, clutching at the hilt. Twisting her face into fake pain, trying to mimic what she'd seen many of her patients do, forcing her breathing to appear ragged, letting out pained moans.
And just in time too, as the two men who didn't fall in the water rounded the corner. They spotted her and started chuckling. "Oh it looks like the little bitch was turned on by her friend. I hope you aren't going to die too quick on us, we want to play a little bit." He drew a knife and knelt down next to her, the other one standing nearby. He smiled cruelly, "I think I'll take some of your fingers first, since they are what removed my mate's leg." He twirled the knife around his fingers, showing off, or perhaps trying to intimidate her, but dropped it. "Oops, one moment." As he leaned over to pick it up, Kech pulled her dagger free and jammed it down into his neck with her right hand, trying to punch it as hard as she could downward. The man stiffened and gurgled, spitting blood in her face.
She pulled it free to let him bleed out as he began clutching at the wound, no longer worried about her. The companion was fumbling with a sword that was strapped down in a sheath, and she knew if her companion didn't do his part, she was dead.
She pulled her wineskin from her pack and poured some of the robust red on the ground, then returned it to the pack. She purposefully laid down in the puddle, and stabbed a hole in her blouse, slipping the blade with in it, clutching at the hilt. Twisting her face into fake pain, trying to mimic what she'd seen many of her patients do, forcing her breathing to appear ragged, letting out pained moans.
And just in time too, as the two men who didn't fall in the water rounded the corner. They spotted her and started chuckling. "Oh it looks like the little bitch was turned on by her friend. I hope you aren't going to die too quick on us, we want to play a little bit." He drew a knife and knelt down next to her, the other one standing nearby. He smiled cruelly, "I think I'll take some of your fingers first, since they are what removed my mate's leg." He twirled the knife around his fingers, showing off, or perhaps trying to intimidate her, but dropped it. "Oops, one moment." As he leaned over to pick it up, Kech pulled her dagger free and jammed it down into his neck with her right hand, trying to punch it as hard as she could downward. The man stiffened and gurgled, spitting blood in her face.
She pulled it free to let him bleed out as he began clutching at the wound, no longer worried about her. The companion was fumbling with a sword that was strapped down in a sheath, and she knew if her companion didn't do his part, she was dead.
