Everything would shine wherever she would go, but looking at her now you'd never tell.
Behind the Empress theater stands Murphy, still wingclad. There are three people on the ground in front of her, hands tied behind their backs.
It's a regular game of glare ping-pong.
She draws Fidelacchius slowly, letting the whisper of the blade hang in the silence of the alley.
"As you can see, we can take care of ourselves." She rests the flat of the blade in one palm and turns it over and over gently, apparently meditating on the potential violence she could commit with it. "If you're here to entertain yourselves, to get a reputation, to take out on the freaks and wanderers the rage you apparently lack the intelligence to express any other way? Reconsider. Next time, a bruising will be the least of your problems. Next time, you'll be dealing with me."
She sheaths her sword, just as slow, pausing a moment before giving it the final push to make hilt clink against sheath. Murphy drags the nearest captive to his feet and pushes him toward the mouth of the alley. "Now get out."
As soon as the three of them are gone, she closes her eyes and lets her head roll back against her shoulders with a little groan. "I really need to figure out a different speech."
It's a regular game of glare ping-pong.
She draws Fidelacchius slowly, letting the whisper of the blade hang in the silence of the alley.
"As you can see, we can take care of ourselves." She rests the flat of the blade in one palm and turns it over and over gently, apparently meditating on the potential violence she could commit with it. "If you're here to entertain yourselves, to get a reputation, to take out on the freaks and wanderers the rage you apparently lack the intelligence to express any other way? Reconsider. Next time, a bruising will be the least of your problems. Next time, you'll be dealing with me."
She sheaths her sword, just as slow, pausing a moment before giving it the final push to make hilt clink against sheath. Murphy drags the nearest captive to his feet and pushes him toward the mouth of the alley. "Now get out."
As soon as the three of them are gone, she closes her eyes and lets her head roll back against her shoulders with a little groan. "I really need to figure out a different speech."