Raken, followed by Menglin, emerged from the shadowy hiding place. He hadn't gone two paces before he ran into something. Someone. A woman. Mara. After staring for a split second in alarm, he grabbed both her wrists and attempted to restrain her, but he received a knee in the nether-regions. Then Menglin had his knife out, but so did Mara. He threw his, and it pierced her shirt - sleeve, only grazing the skin. Mara stopped in surprise just long enough for both Menglin and Raken to move in on her. Raken grabbed her legs while Menglin kept her busy. She cut him across the cheek, making him scream in rage. But he quickl recovered and punched her hard in the stomach. She was flung to the ground, dropping her knife. Menglin retrieved it, putting it between his teeth, then knelt down to grab her arms, lifting them above her head.
"Well little missy," Raken said, chuckling, "You put up a good fight, don't ya?" Mara growled at him as he smiled at her.
Menglin didn't find it amusing, blood trickling down his face in small lines. "What did you hear," he yelled at her, his eyes burning with rage. He shook her, his grip on her arms tightening, his finger - nails biting into her skin. The woman merely growled at him, too, snarling to show her teeth.
"You might as well get it over with little girl," he told her, still grinning. Then, still holding onto her legs, he maneuvered the hand holding the knife upward. He ran the knife across the back of her leg, slitting her skin. She winced in pain, but made no noise except for a small grunt. Raken rubbed his hand over the wound, enjoying the feel of the warm, sticky blood, smearing all over his hand. "Is it really worth my pleasure, little Mara, to not tell us what we already know?" He smirked at her, smiling and sneering at the same time. He loved doing this.
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