Chased, open!

[Amalia Crowe]

Amalia glanced back at Giselle, worried. She reached into her boot and pulled out a small blade. She tossed it to Giselle, then barged out the door, sword drawn.

"Oi, you swine. Dare I assume that you are the scurvy swine that has been gallavanting all over town, terrorizing young women?" She looked fiercely at the men, feeling a little intimidated, but not showing it.

[Giselle Keneske]

Oy, now who do we have here? A pretty little miss coming to get a piece of us? Boys! Get a load o'this!
The leader of the group swaggered over and pulled at a lock of Amalias hair, grinning at her, the smell of hot breath and liquor reeking from him.

Giselle took a deep breath then went outside to back Amalia up. She glared bravely at them, and the men, who recognized her immediately, smiled at the two ladies and began to advance on them.

[Amalia Crowe]

Amalia struck the man's hand with her blade and pointed her sword at the men. She stepped in front of Giselle, fearing for her safety. She smiled wickedly at the men and stepped forward. "Dare you to advance on ladies, ye scoundrels? Stay where you are, or I swear I will cut you from neck to naval." Amalia laughed at herself mentally. It was amazing to her that in times such as these, she often sounded like a pirate

[Giselle Keneske]

Giselle couldn't help but grin at Amalia's rather formidable display; the man who had his hand struck was howling and clutching his hand. Angered, he reached to smack Amalia in the face. Not thinking, Giselle threw her dagger and hit her mark perfectly--right in the middle of his hand. He howled in pain, his hand impaled on her dagger. The others looked a bit nervous at women who knew how to defend themselves, but they were also a bit curious too. They advanced on the two girls cautiously, and Giselle suddenly found herself defenseless again.

[Amalia Crowe]

Amalia looked at her friend, stunned. With a wicked smile she winked at her friend. "Lets dispose of this scurvy riffraff, shall we?" She swung her blade around, and with a sick clang, metal met metal and she found herself in a hand to hand combat with one of the men. With expertise not expected from a woman, Amalia fought fiercly. She swung her sword and blocked herself from a blow to the chest, when a pair of strong hands gripped her wrist.