Training Day
Reave went down fairly quickly. For a small thing, Scrotus’s female bit like a hungry Howler. His entrails were laid bare, threatening to spill out of the ravaged flesh.
Next up were both Anton and Scab. The two were better equipped than their audacious brother; each carrying a shiv although longer than Hazard’s but seemingly not as sharp.
Her stomach churned at the sight, but she’d grown too strong to retch at the sight of intestines. She skid to a stop, turning to face the remaining boys. Now that they had seen her speed, they wouldn’t underestimate her like the first had.
No, they would come up with a strategy. Hazard rounded them carefully, shiv slick with blood in her hand, keeping herself focused. The sight of blood, of Reave’s downfall, was enough to enflame the crowd again, making them louder and more raucous. This time, she would strike. She feinted towards Scab, changing directions at the last moment and ducking to slice low at Anton, legs whining at the sudden drop.
They had better reach than she did, so she quickly backtracked, trying to stay out of range of their longer knives.
