A few passerby peered down the alley as Leiwinn scrambled about dodging blow after blow as if her life depended on it.. which it did, but none of them did anything. One pair whispered to each other before shrugging and going on their way, but most lingered no more than a few seconds to see what all the noise was about before moving on. It seemed nobody wished to come between the large man and his prey, though technically it was the man that was prey and the unarmed woman his hunter. The hunter wasn't doing her job very well however, as she narrowly avoided another blow from the mace. "You're making mah arm go numb, lass! Let me land a hit already so we can be done with it! Leiwinn kicked out with her leg in a sweeping motion, trying to take the large behemoth off his feet, but he only laughed all the louder as her leg smacked into his and didn't so much as budge him. "You'll have to do better than that, missy! Crack again went the mace onto the street and Leiwinn's eyes again went toward the discarded blade. She needed to get over there, but he was blocking her every time she went that way.. toying with her. She had to try something.
 The man struck again and this time Leiwinn rolled forward risking a glance from the mace as it came down. She managed to only get nicked, but she could literally hear her skin tearing as the barbed mace swept back up. "Hey! What are you doin, the large man shouted as Leiwinn found herself right between her legs. Unable to get a good strike with her hands or feet she did the first the she could think of, and heaved up with her head, smacking him right in the family jewels. The man let out an agonized roar and buckled over as Leiwinn rolled out behind him, but surprisingly he kept his feet. Leiwinn had just enough time to grab her sword and bring it up in front of her as the man let loose a flurry of blows all aimed to crush her skull into the pavement.
Each time she blocked she felt her arms go numb to the weight of the blow, and she was barely able to hold on. She had to find some way to get the upper hand, but she had no training with the weapon. Finally she spotted an opening and darted past the man's right side, then spun around to slash with the sword at his back. Again proving he was quicker than he looked the man turned and blocked the strike before it got anywhere near to hitting him. The fear in her eyes could easily be seen as Leiwinn grasped the sword in both hands and slowly backed away each time he deflected a blow. She had to think of something or she would die...
Finally she spotted what she needed, a pair of crates unscathed by the fury of the large man named Ben. Leiwinn darted for the crates, sheathing her sword as she went, and leapt atop them. "Where do you think you're goin, litte one?" She didn't answer, but jumped up, grasping at the ledge of the building next to the crates. She missed the first time, and the man was almost upon her, but the second she managed to grab hold of the ledge, pulling herself up just as the man shattered the crates into a million pieces. "Hey, you get down here missy! I'm not done killin you yet!!" Leiwinn quickly surveyed her surroundings, spotting a barrel to her left. She ran over and tested it, finding it quite heavy.
"What's the matter," she shouted, "You might be quick but you're too fat to climb up here!" The man's roar of rage and stream of curses let her know he was still there as she struggled to bet the barrel into position. She peaked over the ledge of the building, the man spotting her instantly. "Get back down here you coward!" Leiwinn grinned and disappeared over the ledge, appearing again a second later shoving the barrel off the roof and right onto the large man's head. "You looked like you needed a drink!" The barrel exploded on impact, causing the man to stumble, and drenching him in some kind of alcoholic liquid. A moment later he screamed in pain, "My eyes! You got ale in my eyes, damn you witch!"
Leiwinn stood with pride and drew her sword, watching the man stumble blindly about. She took her time to line up the shot and, when the moment was right, leapt from the ledge and plunged the sword into the man's back. Ben went down in an instant, crying out in pain, and fell on his face. "Argh! You stupid no good whore!" He wheezed, struggling to voice the insults. "You didn't even kill me, you petching no good dirty... stupid... agh." Leiwinn stood next to the man, staring down at him. Not dead yet.... It wasn't a clean kill. One thing the Father always imparted upon her was that it must be a clean kill, always. The victim wasn't supposed to suffer any more than necessary... she would have to finish him off.
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by Leiwinn on January 9th, 2011, 11:27 pm 
