Siora's breath came in shallow, ragged bursts as she pushed herself upright, the fear still clinging to her like a second skin. Her hands shook slightly, but her grip tightened around the hilt of the small dagger she had managed to draw from her boot in the chaos. As Danny turned his back to her, satisfied the thugs had been dealt with, she saw one of the men, the burly one Danny had slammed against the wall, try to make a slow retreat, his eyes darting to the side like a cornered animal.
Without hesitation, Siora lunged forward, the adrenaline coursing through her veins driving her movements. She struck the man in the side, her dagger slicing through his shirt and grazing his skin just enough to draw blood. He yelped, stumbling away from her, his bravado shattered by the sting of the blade. The man glared at her, clutching his side, but with the threatening look of Danny stopped him from retaliating. He spat on the ground and limped off, following the others into the shadows.
Siora stood there, her chest heaving, the dagger still clenched in her hand. Her eyes flicked up to Danny, wary now, her relief tempered by a surge of suspicion. This man had saved her, yes, but the streets of Kirkwall had taught her to be cautious of those who appeared too eager to play the hero.
She took a step back, putting a little more distance between them as she assessed him, her gaze sharp and calculating. He was strong, that much was obvious, and he moved with the ease of someone who had seen more than his fair share of fights. His presence had scattered the thugs, but Siora couldn't shake the nagging thought that something about this encounter felt... too convenient.
@Danny
Without hesitation, Siora lunged forward, the adrenaline coursing through her veins driving her movements. She struck the man in the side, her dagger slicing through his shirt and grazing his skin just enough to draw blood. He yelped, stumbling away from her, his bravado shattered by the sting of the blade. The man glared at her, clutching his side, but with the threatening look of Danny stopped him from retaliating. He spat on the ground and limped off, following the others into the shadows.
Siora stood there, her chest heaving, the dagger still clenched in her hand. Her eyes flicked up to Danny, wary now, her relief tempered by a surge of suspicion. This man had saved her, yes, but the streets of Kirkwall had taught her to be cautious of those who appeared too eager to play the hero.
I am now... thanks,she said, her voice steadier than she felt, though a hint of wariness crept in. She wiped the blade clean on her tunic before slipping it back into her boot.
I didn’t think anyone would come. Not here, not in a place like this.
She took a step back, putting a little more distance between them as she assessed him, her gaze sharp and calculating. He was strong, that much was obvious, and he moved with the ease of someone who had seen more than his fair share of fights. His presence had scattered the thugs, but Siora couldn't shake the nagging thought that something about this encounter felt... too convenient.
You’ve got good timing,she continued, her tone carefully neutral.
Though I suppose I’ve wandered into the wrong part of town. Still, people don’t usually get involved unless there’s something in it for them. What made you step in? Not everyone’s so quick to help a stranger, especially around here.
@Danny
08-12-2024, 12:43 PM
