Emerald smirked as she looked at five brutish looking men had her surrounded in an alleyway not too far away from the brothel. She had been out for an evening stroll when these thugs decided they wanted a free sample of the merchandise. The grimy streets of the city’s bowels were usually deserted at this time of night, and the air tended to be slightly fresher without the stench of cigarette smoke and alcohol. Of course, these assholes would come and ruin her few stolen moments of peace.
“Watcha smilin’ for baby, you interested in givin’ us a free taste of the merchandise?” one of them drawled, as his buddies snickered
“Yeah, you want a proper fucking, don’t you, precious?” another joined in, his voice lowered with lust.
“Actually, I’m giving you about five seconds to get out of my way before I tear off your miniscule packages and stuff them up your noses,” Emerald replied with a sweet smile on her face, her eyes mischievous as they glittered from below her lowered eyelids as she eyed the men, hands casually stuffed in the pockets of her low riding slacks, head tilted back slightly to teasingly expose the line of her throat.
There was a general rumble of laughter as the men around her looked at each other in amused disbelief.
“You’re tiny, the hell you think you can do against the five of us?” more laughter, “quit playin; hard to get sweetheart, and c’mere,” As the man started advancing towards her Emerald help up her hand, five fingers stretched out. Slowly, she began to lower them one by one
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She moved out of the way of the man’s arms, bringing an elbow down onto his spine and sending him sprawling to the ground, using the brief shock of the rest of the gang to grab another by the scruff of his neck, ram his face into her knee, and send him flying towards his mates, knocking two of them down. Shaking his stupor off the last man ran at her with a cry, only to have her use the leverage of his mass against him and flip him over her back and slam him into the wall behind her. Job done she reverted back to her casual stance to wait for the men to get up.
They stumbled to their feet in a humiliated rage and charged at her again, all at once. Emerald sprung forward, kicking one of the men in the face and using the leverage to bounce and hit the two behind her, rolling as she landed, and using her low position to swipe the feet out from the other two men. They were getting up faster, fueled by their rage. The fight wore on for a few more minutes, Emerald’s smirk only growing as she watched the pathetic excuses for thugs get knocked down again and again until they could not get up anymore.
“Have a nice night boys, thanks for the entertainment,” she threw over her shoulder as she made her way back to the brothel, making sure to step on the prone bodies of the men with extra force as she passed
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The small “fight club” of sorts located within the back alleys of the city was always filled with smoke, whether it was coming from pipes, cigarettes, or the cooking fires, it was always there, filling the room with a white haze and leaving soot on all those who enter. Its patrons were always sweating, the moisture gleaming from their bared arms and chests, glinting enticingly off of hardened muscles and intricate tattoos. The center of the room was dominated by a large fighting ring, with tables and chairs lining the walls and the space around it. One small corner was reserved for the bar/kitchen, where the patrons would gather, talking to the battle hardened cook and bartender. Despite its seemingly simple purpose, the fighting club served not only as a place for Emerald and those like her to come in, make friends, and blow off steam, but it also served as a meeting place for clients to come seek out their aid. Even now, as Emerald walked in, there were fighters and assassins sitting and talking lowly over various files and materials, hashing out agreements with men in suits.
