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Short Story: Twilight Preparations
Deputy Turma recognized the gang of toughs as trouble waiting to happen. The norn half-drew her sword to make sure it wouldn’t stick, then slid it back in the scabbard and marched forward.
As Turma approached the gang’s corner, the one-eyed human woman among them jerked her head and muttered, “Heads up. Lionguard."
The rest, all male, followed the woman’s gaze.
“Who you let you out of Hoelbrak, little girl?" the dark-haired norn said.
“Indeed," said the second. He was blonde and beautiful, but his eyes were cold and glassy. “I usually like ‘em a little smaller, but I would have stayed behind to make an exception for you, darlin’."
“She’s a big one, all right" the charr said, swishing his tail. “Nice war paint, officer." He licked his lips as he stared up and down Turma’s body, but she knew it was not lust that drove him, but tactics: he was checking her for weapons and gauging if he could draw his first.
“It’s ‘deputy,’" Turma said. Then she yanked her sword out and rammed the pommel into his throat in one smooth motion. The charr gurgled as he collapsed.
Turma spun and slapped the human woman down with the flat of her blade. She stiff-armed the dark-haired norn, knocking him down beside the charr, and then twisted behind the blonde and pressed the edge of her weapon to his throat.
“Still willing to make an exception?" she hissed. “Darlin’?"
The blonde raised his hands in surrender. The rest of the gang quickly followed suit.
“We didn’t do nothing," the woman said.
“Around here, it’s not what you do, but what I let you do. Now empty your pockets."
“What?"
“You heard. Cough it up, all of you. Crime doesn’t pay in Lion’s Arch, but criminals do. Make a pile. I won’t tell you again."
Grumbling, the toughs made a small heap of coins at Turma’s feet. She bent and scooped up the booty with practiced hands.
As she drew her drawstring purse closed, Turma said, “This is a big city. Find another part of it to haunt. If I see any of you on my beat again, I won’t be as gentle. Now get out of my sight."
Turma watched them go, pained and muttering, as the sound of Lionguard boots approached from the opposite direction...
Annons
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