74th, winter, 515 av
At night there is a whole other world. The cold and darkness held innumerable hidden secrets. Belinda was one of them as she hugged a corner of a building. She had carefully followed a couple of thieves that were rather noisy at it. Must be their first heist as they didn’t even look behind them or check for anything. This was perfect. Deal with these blundering shyteheads and get the mizas. These mizas would serve the poor section better than some merchant or anyone else’s purse.
She was all in black. Belinda spent time binding her breasts down before putting the black leather armor. She was hooded and masked as all you saw before the rapier came out was a matching gleam of steel in those grey eyes. The jump of surprise had the advantage of the lunge getting the smaller one into the throat as she twisted and pulled to finish the cut out at an angle. He turned as his neck was already bleeding to draw a weapon. The downward slash of the cutlass was mared by that side as blood seeped out of the wound down his shirt. There were a few colorful words spouted as the slash of the cutlass was parried with a flick of a wrist and the lunge after was just as quick as it went for the throat. Down he went to bleed out of the ground. The rapier was pointed then at the larger assailant. The quiet of the snow was marred only by the purposeful movement of the feet circling each other.
The smaller man had dropped the purse of mizas as the black masked one kept it between her feet. The larger man could run if he wanted but he just looked at the purse and didn’t seem to overly bright as he clumsily pulled a rusted long sword. The way he was holding it did not speak of any acuity. ‘Really? You’re going to be that stupid? ‘ The woman then chiding herself as why she even asked that question as the man rushed her. The agile girl side stepped and as he passed by her booted foot went on his butt and pushed him into the wall as hard as she could. She wasn’t cold blooded as the man had ran himself into unconsciousness. She checked him over as he seemed to still be breathing but she didn’t envy the headache he would have in the morning. She stabbed her blade into the snow to clean it. Wiped it on the cloak of the fallen one and picked the purse up to tuck it into her belt securely.
The black masked one moved where she was in the shadows as she stepped up on barrels to find a hand hold as the gloved hand pulled herself up carefully and as quietly as possible. She looked back and hoped the snow would cover the trail but the barrel was also overlooking a window. That was her distraction. Most would think she may have entered that building. She went higher and climbed up foot holds and hand holds up onto the top edge of the stone ceiling and edging to follow the shadows around. She went into a hand stand so her feet could grasp a railing and she lifted her torso by her strong midsection as she made her way to the ‘roof’ tops.