" Hey, pretty girl, didn't you lose your way by any chance? " - A scowling man with an oblong scar running across the left side of his mouth emerged from a dark alley. His hand shot out like lightning, leaning against the wall of the building, blocking Liza's path.
" If you ask nicely, we can show you the way. ~ " - One of the men accompanying him suddenly appeared beside the frightened woman. Taking advantage of her inattention, he leaned over her ear and blew, retching unpleasantly in the meantime.
The hot puff of air acted like adrenaline, accelerating Liza's heart rate. She reflexively put her hand to her chest, feeling the most important organ trying to jump out of her chest at all costs.
One of the five men tried to grab her wrist, but Liza regained her composure in time. With a short jerk to the right, she increased the distance separating her from her attackers and clumsily pulled two daggers from behind her belt.