"Why did you stop? I thought we were playing who runs best.".
"I got tired came his sweet reply"
She heard a snap. A hidden gate slams shut behind her. Lanterns flare in the darkness ahead, revealing six figures along with the one she had chased, all armed, waiting. Smugglers, The trafficker's crew.
A man who seemed to be the leader of the crew took one step forward, tall, wrapped in a patchwork coat with a dagger at his side.
"Fancy noble blood, all the way down here? Must be our lucky night," he said, which brought an echo of laughter from the rest of his team.
Xi Feng surveys them—cornered, outnumbered, in unfamiliar ground. But her posture doesn't shift. She registered them circling her.
"You fools thought I was easy prey by bringing me down here, wait until I finish with you all" they lunged at her
The trafficker charges first, thinking to earn his pride back. She dispatches him swiftly—blade to the gut, and flips over her shoulder.
