Two men down, and the other two still didn't look like they were giving up. This was obviously going beyond injured pride, what on earth where they after? At first it had looked like a casual rape, and surely Breda and Fayane - this new, unfamiliar Fayane with cold, unemotional voice and manners of a professional killer - didn't look rich enough to be worth all this trouble?
I suppose they're in drugs. Nothing new there. Clutching her dagger, Breda moved to Fay's side. A voice - and not even a quiet one - inside her head screamed that she was being an idiot, but she felt like she no longer had control over her feet. Behind the other two, the hapless half-elf cowered against the wall.
So when the men came, they came for both of them. In drugs or no, the human was obviously much more skilled in street fighting than Breda, and he managed to grasp the dwarfs wrist before she had any chance of using her dagger. Realizing her weapon was of no use, Breda grasped the man's arm with her free left hand. She was not a small woman - on dwarf scale, that is - and her muscles had received some serious training during the past two months. After a time that felt like an eternity, but probably was no more than a couple of seconds, the man's elbow joint gave in. To Breda's misfortune, that happened only after the man had used his free hand and stabbed the dwarf to her left arm, just below the shoulder, with a knife.
The man staggered backwards, clutching his useless arm, while stunned Breda was left standing and staring her bleeding shoulder. At first she felt no pain, just some kind of dull surprise, mixed with disappointment.