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Lucrecia's head snapped up at the sound of her name. Albeit, it was not a name she wished to hear from her contractor, but she knew it was directed to her nonetheless. Lucrecia wasted no time in launching herself over the closed door of the stall and leaving Tarquin in his stall. He sensed there was a fight, and snorted loudly, obviously displeased that his mistress had left him out of it.<br/>
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Lucrecia raced out into the streets, skidding to a stop beside Vincent. She took one look at the situation and cursed under her breath. It was just their luck to run into some nobody's chasing a child. She growled audibly eying the thugs wearily. Sal had already taken down two of them. That left three for her. She grinned wolfishly as the thugs drew their weapons. Oh, she needed this. Unlike Sal, she had no inhibitions about killing them all. Lucrecia stepped forward, past Vincent and the girl and approached the men. Her manner was as easy as the smile on her face. She knew how to use her looks to sway her enemies. <br/>
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The men leered at her greedily, blood-shot eyes raking over her curvaceous form. Nevermind that she wore men's clothing and a sword at her side. The seductive sway of her hips as she walked was enough to turn any man's head. It didn't help that her white breeches fit her like a second skin. She walked into the midst of them, drawing their eyes away from Sal and the others, to focus only on her.</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue">"You shouldn't go chasing after little girls,"</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:dimgrey">she purred.</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue">"Someone might think you preferred children to a real woman."</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:dimgrey">They nodded stupidly. Lucrecia almost felt bad for them. Almost.<br/>
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Grinning, one of the men approached her, showing yellow teeth, to lift a lock of her long caramel hair. He leered at her shamelessly, obviously thinking her words were an invitation. Lucrecia smiled.<br/>
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Lightning-quick, her sword left its sheath, a streak of steel in the morning light, to bury itself in the man's throat. Lucrecia's smile widened, baring her teeth in a feral grin. The man groped at her sword uselessly, blood bubbling into his mouth, before he collapsed. Her sword left his body with a sickening slurping sound. She turned to the others, tiny dots of the man's blood on her pale cheeks. Horrified, the men dropped their weapons and fled, leaving the men Sal had taken down to the mercy of this demon in woman's flesh.<br/>
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Lucrecia watched them go, a frown marring her features.</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue">"So much for having some fun. Cowards."</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:dimgrey">She ignored the horrified whispers of the people in the streets and bent to wipe the blood from her sword on the man's dirty clothing.<br/>
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