<div style="text-indent:1em;">Farril had just sat herself down on the side of what looked like a market street when she heard yelling from the other side of the building behind her.  Leaning over to look through the alleyway she saw a girl with a sword surrounded by a circle of thugs.  Her momentary confusion was cleared up when the ring's leader barked is orders, and Farril let out a low sigh.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"I really wish I had my fight gear for this."  She said to herself, before standing to her feet and starting down the alley, her knuckledusters in hand.  The first two didn't even have time to react.  When she entered the street she found two brutes on either side of her, and struck right first.  Her right brass knuckle cracked into the back of his skull, and he dropped like a puppet cut loose.  She then dropped low, sweeping the left's legs from under him.  As he fell Farril pushed herself back up, then fell down on top of him.  He hit the ground just as Farril's fist came crashing down into the bridge of his nose.  She rolled foward, coming up right next to a third thug.  He made a wild swing towards her head, but she ducked under it, using her falling momentum to plow her left knuckle through the man's knee.  As he fell Farril caught him his forehead with her right fist.  He flopped onto his back, pulling his knee into the fetal position.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Farril then turned towards the rest of the group, dropping into low fighting stance, bouncing on her toes.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Who's up next for bedtime?"  She said, motioning them forward.  A smile spread across her lips as she settled into her adrenaline.</div>