Sometimes you have the chance to choose a side, and sometimes your side is chosen for you. Like this time, as Senti doubted that any amount of sweet words could convince the two thugs approaching her to leave her alone. Too clear was their intent in their hungry eyes. First they would have her, and then they would probably try to make the most profit from her body. It was not her preferred way to spend her first day on this station, but she felt she had no other choice. Fortune smiled a little bit on her at least, as the last passerbys had left, to make entirely sure they would not witness anything that would bring them into trouble later.<br/><br/>She had to give them one more chance, though, and so she told them in a firm but calm voice. "For your own benefit, leave me alone." The result was predictable: none. So with a little sigh she got ready to fight, earning her a comment from the smaller one. "The little girls wants to spar with us. This might be even more fun than I thought. I like it when I have to break them first." As he said that, Senti was already in the zone. This always happened to her in combat, it was as if she had detached herself from her body and was just an observer, orchestrating her motions as she danced in slow motion between her opponent and dispatched them with utmost efficiency. This time was no different.<br/><br/>The first to go for it was the big brute. Not expecting any noteworthy resistance he just reached for her with his long muscular arms. He got about halfway there when her right foot buried itself firmly between his legs, he had not even seen her move. The sudden pain shooting through his body drove tears into his eyes, and caused him to freeze, slightly hunched forward, and about to collapse. Before he got to the floor, though, a small fist wedged itself right below his ribcage into his rump, driving into him with unexpected force and squashing his solar plexus, finishing what the kick into his most sensible region had begun. He collapsed onto his knees, hunched forward in a grimace of agony, clutching the two spots where he just had been hit, an ideal target for the roundhouse kick to his temple that sent him crushing to the floor completely and drifting off into a deep and dreamless slumber.<br/><br/>The smaller but smarter of the two had just watched the unexpected turn of events with his mouth agape. It was over too quickly for him to even react, but finally he regained his composure. And then he committed the last mistake of his life. "You stupid Kung-Fu bitch, I will gut you right here" he yelled at her as he whipped out his knife. He was smart enough not to blindly charge at her, but to gauge her first, then lead with a feint, followed by a thrust at her heart. He was too slow however. Senti just stepped half a step to the side, and her arm and rump formed a tunnel for his weapon arm to first drive into and then be locked in. His eyes widened in surprise as Senti turned around, thereby twisting his arm unnaturally until a clearly audible sound indicated that something in his shoulder was broken. The sudden pain caused him to let go of the knife, which was immediately caught by her, and without further comment she whirled around and buried it deep into his chest. He died with an expression of utter disbelief.<br/><br/>Senti bent down to retrieve the knife, wipe it clean on his chest, and also get its sheath. She could immediately tell that it was a good weapon, blade and hilt formed from one block of some high grade titanium steel alloy, resembling a Bowie Knife of ages past. Unusual for such a lowly thug, but she would take it. As she walked over to watch the unconscious form of the other thug she asked the crumpled and scarred heap in the corner “Are you o.k?” in a voice that made it clear that she said that just to be polite.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>