Have you ever seen an animal when its cornered? There is a look they get in thier eyes... all or nothing, right there behind that gaze. That energy. Like an avalanche roaring down a mountain side. It's the rushing river, breaking through the dam. I know the look. It is my profession to see it. I remember seeing in Attarra's eyes the first time I saw her fight. That look meant victory, and with victory comes fortune. I'm seeing the look in her eyes again right now.
It's five against one, and these brutes are just as much animal as man. Sloppy and untrained, wild-men from the border hills of Caylain and Welssmut. Worthless savages, fodder worth nothing more than the entertainment thier deaths will bring. With ignorant eyes they see a mere woman. No, not a woman... a girl. I chuckle, brand them fools to my associates. They disagree. Too drunk on wine and high on thier own arrogance. Like the Wild-Men, they too didn't take the time to recognize that look in her eyes. They did not take the