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(( Firstfall 5, 9:35. Mid Afternoon. Conrad Krause ))
She'd gotten blood all over her only warm coat.
Well, she hadn't on purpose. The men who had tried to rob the elven mother of what vittles she had been able to procure--from one of the merchant's who deigned to sell outside the market--had done it. She was sure this was the fifth time her nose had been broken in her life, and she could taste the blood on her lips and in the back of her throat.
The three men were weaponless, but thuggish all the same. They had gotten a taste of her fists, and she had gotten a taste of theirs. A crowd had gathered around to watch, and she was sure she heard someone at some point calling out bets for and against her. She was going to disappoint some folks when she won this battle. Two of the three men were already rolling on the ground, it was just her and the bigger one.
She was strong, but her fists weren't doing much against the chest and abdomen of this guy. A few kidney shots had been effective but he was getting good at avoiding her getting behind him. That left one more avenue of attack that didn't involve breaking an arm or leg, and when the man charged her again, she dropped low, looking like she might toss him, but instead her fist connected hard with his crotch, both her own momentum and his causing the impact to be the final shot of the fight.
The man fell over with a squeal of pain, and she backed up bouncing on the balls of her feet. She wiped at her nose, which was still pouring blood, and looked around eyes open and alert in case these three had some friends who wanted a go.
Thankfully, no one else wanted to join in, and after a moment she turned to the woman who was the target of the men, "Here, in case what you have there isn't enough for your youngins'"
She passed the woman a few silver, really all she could spare until she could find actual work here, or until she got inside the city and got a chance to be with her Gran. She tilted her head back, trying to staunch the flow of blood, but then choked as it flowed down the back of her throat. "Sodding hells!"
She began to stumble away from the crowd, in what she figured would be a vain hope at finding a healer in this encampment.
She'd gotten blood all over her only warm coat.
Well, she hadn't on purpose. The men who had tried to rob the elven mother of what vittles she had been able to procure--from one of the merchant's who deigned to sell outside the market--had done it. She was sure this was the fifth time her nose had been broken in her life, and she could taste the blood on her lips and in the back of her throat.
The three men were weaponless, but thuggish all the same. They had gotten a taste of her fists, and she had gotten a taste of theirs. A crowd had gathered around to watch, and she was sure she heard someone at some point calling out bets for and against her. She was going to disappoint some folks when she won this battle. Two of the three men were already rolling on the ground, it was just her and the bigger one.
She was strong, but her fists weren't doing much against the chest and abdomen of this guy. A few kidney shots had been effective but he was getting good at avoiding her getting behind him. That left one more avenue of attack that didn't involve breaking an arm or leg, and when the man charged her again, she dropped low, looking like she might toss him, but instead her fist connected hard with his crotch, both her own momentum and his causing the impact to be the final shot of the fight.
The man fell over with a squeal of pain, and she backed up bouncing on the balls of her feet. She wiped at her nose, which was still pouring blood, and looked around eyes open and alert in case these three had some friends who wanted a go.
Thankfully, no one else wanted to join in, and after a moment she turned to the woman who was the target of the men, "Here, in case what you have there isn't enough for your youngins'"
She passed the woman a few silver, really all she could spare until she could find actual work here, or until she got inside the city and got a chance to be with her Gran. She tilted her head back, trying to staunch the flow of blood, but then choked as it flowed down the back of her throat. "Sodding hells!"
She began to stumble away from the crowd, in what she figured would be a vain hope at finding a healer in this encampment.