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With a flimsy piece of bread in hand, all you could think while running through the crowded market was:
Run.
The imperial guards were at your tail, but it wouldn't be much longer until you reached the heart of the town. As long as you made it, there was a greater chance you could make it out of this wild goose chase as the victor.
Unfortunately, your hands had been cuffed from when you pretended to cooperate before, the young owner of the bakery having shown no mercy on a starving child like yourself. You had let them cuff your hands, trailing behind them for a good while towards the outskirts of town before successfully knocking out two guards, bolting in the midst of the chaos you had created.
Another unfortunate circumstance of yours was that, instead of a dense crowd to hide in, every person had begun to move out of your way. You grit your teeth, coming to a stop as you reach your destination.
"Surrender now!"
You were now encircled by the crowd instead, coming to a dead end of people and left exposed at the heart of them all. You turned around to see a group of imperial soldiers holding up their spears in your direction, not letting down their guard like before.
"One piece of bread," You muttered indignantly, "and now I have the entire military on my back? Give me a break!"
It was to fight or be captured—and you knew damn well you wouldn't go down without a fight.
You made the first move, jumping towards the enemy with imperceivable speed. Weaving through their towering figures using your smaller stature, you had managed to kick one to their knees while knocking out another.
You narrowly avoided the pointed end of their weapon as one swung with mighty strength, cutting off a couple inches off your hair—to your dismay.
You jumped up, using their crouched position to your advantage as you stepped off of their back, using the momentum to kick another right in the face.
The battle ensued, and you had successfully either kicked or choked the soldiers unconscious with your cuffs. The crowd had been watching in horror, and by now many had gone to report what was happening to any other guards that were on post nearby.
You blew a raspberry at the unconscious pile of soldiers, wiping the sweat from beneath your nose with a satisfied smile.
You were about to bolt away from the scene when you were quickly blocked by another towering figure. You looked up with a look of vexation, clearly annoyed by the constant interference to your successful escape.
