Thrice-cursed tail!
Zhavi, no real study in subtlety once the illusion had been breached, brought forth a cheshire grin, toothy and sly. Her instinct was to get somewhere high, and she obeyed it, pivoting off the floor to get a foot onto a crate, and then hauling herself up the bolt and steadying herself on the stack of crates near the bolts of cloth -- one foot on each. Precarious position, and she could feel the cloth (tall and heavy though it was) starting to give way.
She wasn't sure she hadn't been sliced as she'd moved, the blade had been that close, but with her heart pumping and her surety that the cavalry would come bursting through either door any moment, she wasn't sure she'd feel it just then.
She pulled a knife out from her belt. It was a tool meant for everyday uses (the dual blades she'd begun to train in having been banned her since an unfortunate accident with one of the heavies some rich so-and-so her boss had been contracted with kept on the payroll, who'd made one jibe too many and had caught her blade through his boot for his troubles -- when he wasn't looking, of course, since she wasn't of real use in a real fight just yet), but that didn't mean its edge was incapable of drawing blood. Or killing someone, if it came to that.
Edges were useful like that.
"Welcome t'livin'," Zhi snarled, kicking one of the bolts toppling over towards the strange and really blimmin' unwanted woman.
Zhavi, no real study in subtlety once the illusion had been breached, brought forth a cheshire grin, toothy and sly. Her instinct was to get somewhere high, and she obeyed it, pivoting off the floor to get a foot onto a crate, and then hauling herself up the bolt and steadying herself on the stack of crates near the bolts of cloth -- one foot on each. Precarious position, and she could feel the cloth (tall and heavy though it was) starting to give way.
She wasn't sure she hadn't been sliced as she'd moved, the blade had been that close, but with her heart pumping and her surety that the cavalry would come bursting through either door any moment, she wasn't sure she'd feel it just then.
She pulled a knife out from her belt. It was a tool meant for everyday uses (the dual blades she'd begun to train in having been banned her since an unfortunate accident with one of the heavies some rich so-and-so her boss had been contracted with kept on the payroll, who'd made one jibe too many and had caught her blade through his boot for his troubles -- when he wasn't looking, of course, since she wasn't of real use in a real fight just yet), but that didn't mean its edge was incapable of drawing blood. Or killing someone, if it came to that.
Edges were useful like that.
"Welcome t'livin'," Zhi snarled, kicking one of the bolts toppling over towards the strange and really blimmin' unwanted woman.
