SCARS

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As the trio made their way back through the labyrinthine passages of the undercity, their bags laden with the spoils of their raid, a sense of triumph filled the air. The thrill of their successful heist still lingered, mingling with the anticipation of what they would do with their newfound treasures.

But their victory was short-lived as they turned a corner and found themselves face to face with a group of teen thugs, their eyes gleaming with avarice as they caught sight of the bags full of loot.

The leader of the group, a smirking buzz cut blonde, took a step forward, his gaze fixed on the bags slung over Vi's shoulder. "Looks like you had a successful raid," he remarked, his tone dripping with malice. "Mind sharing the goods?"

Mylo shifted beside Vi, his grip tightening on his sack as he braced himself for a fight. "We're not giving you anything," he declared.

Powder, standing slightly behind Vi, glanced nervously between her sister and the group of thugs, her hands trembling with fear. She hated violence, and she could tell that something bad was about to happen.

The leader of the thugs let out a low chuckle, his eyes glinting with greed as he took another step forward, his companions closing in around him. "I don't think you understand," he said, his voice dangerous. "We're not asking."

With a sudden, swift movement, he lunged forward, his fellow thugs following suit as they descended upon Vi, Mylo, Claggor, and Powder with ferocity. The narrow alley erupted into chaos as the two groups clashed, the sound of fists against flesh ringing through the air as blows were exchanged.

Vi fought with a fierce determination, her muscles coiled with tension as she parried the thugs' attacks with skill and precision. Beside her, Mylo swung his new dagger with wild abandon, his movements fueled solely by adrenaline.

Powder, though smaller and less experienced in combat, refused to back down, her fists flying as she landed blow after blow from her opponents.

Vi's head spun, once she noticed Powder was taking hits. "Powder! Get out of here!" she shouted, her voice ringing with urgency as she pushed her sister away harshly.

Powder stumbled backward, her eyes wide with fear as she glanced between Vi and the group of thugs, her heart pounding in her chest. Mylo quickly threw her his bag shouting at her to go away.

Reluctantly, Powder tore her gaze away from the chaos unfolding before her and broke into a run, her feet pounding against the hard-packed earth as she disappeared into the shadows of the undercity.

Meanwhile, Vi's eyes blazed with fury as she turned her attention back to the thugs, her fists tightening as she prepared to face them head-on. Without hesitation, she launched herself into the fray, her movements a blur of speed and precision as she unleashed a devastating flurry of strikes.

The thugs were taken aback by Vi's ferocity, their cocky grins faltering as they struggled to keep up with her relentless assault. One by one, they fell before her, their weapons clattering to the ground as Vi dispatched them with ruthless efficiency.

Mylo wasn't as gifted, a stream of curses escaping his lips as he struggled to fend off multiple attackers at once. His back was pressed against the cold stone wall, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he desperately tried to ward off the relentless onslaught of the thugs. His dagger flashed in the dim light, deflecting blows and landing occasional strikes, but he was clearly outmatched.

Seeing Mylo in trouble spurred Vi into action. With a fierce grunt, she charged towards Mylo's attackers, her fists a blur of motion as she aimed precise blows at their vulnerable spots. The thugs faltered under her onslaught, their grip on their weapons loosening as they staggered backward.