Now most know that Falra tends to those in need. She’s thrown her small body over more than one person being harmed, taking a blow meant for her then patient more than once. This night was a little different, she knew most of whom she would be seeing as she took a walk into what was known as Beggars Alley. After checking a small child’s arm that she set a few days prior, Falra continued her trip further into the alley, that was when this all began.
The attacker must have spotted her somewhere along her walk to the alley. Most of the folks that dwelled there knew who she was and knew she brought with her healing that they’d get nowhere else. Falra felt a kick to her legs, dropping down into a roll, she came back up facing her attacker. Hands going to the hidden throwing blades. They must have caught the glint of her blades since the movement was met with a throwing knife to her stomach. Doubling over, dropping one of her small blades to put a hand to her wound, Fal reacted quickly, bringing the other to stop the plunge of another dagger for a killing blow. This action threw off her attacker as they took a step back, or so Fal had thought, a kick flashed out as Fal went for a backhanded attack, sending her only weapon flying from her hands. Quickly Fal’s assailant placed a cold blade to her neck.
Feeling the coldness of the blade, Fal looked up at what she was certain was a female. She was brought up with a company of thieves, assassins, and slavers. She taught herself herbs and their uses. How to stitch a wound, and how to treat an illness. She knew the body well and this person moved like a female. As Fal looked up at the hooded girl, she laughed at her for thinking she’d get something off of her. All she ever carried were a few silver coin and a few copper. The true wealth she carried was in her herbs and ointments. Those could bring in a hefty sum if taken to the right places. Before the hooded woman could say much something spooked her and she half dragged Fal around a corner. The pull twisted the blade in her belly, but she refused to let this person see her pain. Pain was no stranger to Fal, when contracted to some of her more noble born clients often enjoyed seeing how far they could bend the contracts by inflicting pain. Fal quickly learned that if they get no reaction other than her smile, they grew bored quickly.
“I’m going to remove the dagger and you’re going to take that dress off, alright?”
Fal read the lips of her attacker as she spoke. Standing up straight, she turned to the woman removing her hand from around the dagger, a smile locked on her face as she looked at her. Fal’s attacker swiftly pulled the dagger free, stuffing a cloth against the hole to keep more blood from getting on the fine dress’s cloth. Without flinching, without showing any pain on her face, Fal felt the tug of the dagger as it came free of her stomach. Loosening up her dress, Fal kicked it to her attacker and stood there, body bare, smile on her face, almost taunting her. This was when the assailant tried to swing a knife down to chop Fal’s hair off. Take Fal’s clothes, take her belongings, but do not take Fal’s hair. It was all she had to hide the marks left by the Master. This one act forced her to fight back. Before the knife could get to her hair, she brought up one arm to knock the attackers arm and knife to one side, the other into the windpipe of her attacker, stunning her for a short time. Quickly, Fal put her hands over the wound in her stomach and ran toward the tents that held those she had checked on earlier. She knew there was a goodly amount of men in the small tent camp and they all knew who she was. She’d be safer there than with this girl with a knife.
Getting a little over half way there, Fal felt the bite of another dagger, this time in the meat of her shoulder along her back. Stumbling, from the impact she righted herself but not quickly enough. Another tug and the dagger in her back was free. She knew if she kept her back to this woman she’d be killed so she twisted and fell to her back, putting her arms up to block any blows. Launching a foot out to the hooded girl’s stomach. Just as quickly as the attack started it ended. Fal’s attacker looked behind her, then ran. Afraid she’d come back again, Fal watched her, from the darkness came a flash of white fur, eight sharp claws glistened in the moonlight at they struck the assailant as she passed by Fal’s lynx. This Lynx wasn’t Jinta, but the male lynx that coupled with Jinta. He’d taken up where Jinta could not. Dropping to the cobbles of the street, Fal curled up and held her stomach, trying to stop the rush of blood. The lynx came up to Fal and nudged her, Fal spoke out for it to follow the woman to make sure she’d not return and find help. The landscape was becoming hazy, people walked up around her but she couldn’t see who they were. She hoped they were friends but at this point she no longer cared. Much longer and she’d not have enough blood in her body to stay alive.
(To be continued in part 2)
