<div class="floatright">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/516Dk-gx%2BdL._SX466_.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Merida du Broch<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Wednesday, March 1st, 2020 | 10:00 am<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Seedy alley<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Muggers & Open<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><br/>Still humming the tune, Merida was ruffling her dog’s ears when she registered the sound of something that triggered the hunter instinct in her. She looked down at Cloed and sighed.<br/><br/>“Tha e duilich nach eil?”<sub>1</sub>She asked him curiously and the dog whined as she took the tennis ball he’d been carrying in his mouth as she looked back to the alley’s entrance. She smirked as she took them in, ‘mugging’ was relatively new term in her vocabulary having picked it up sometime during Prohibition in Chicago. She missed the pizza, it just wasn’t the same here. ”Good day, are you part of the seedy undercurrent that the Mayor says is in decline?” She asked as she held the tennis ball behind her as is started to give off a white mist as her frost magics took hold. She looked to Cloed.  “Gabh an tè tana ach na gabh bìdeadh, chan eil fios agad càite a bheil e air a bhith”<sub>2</sub>. Cloed’s look was something along the lines of her telling him that Yule was cancelled as he gave her a whine of acknowledgement.<br/><br/>The lead goon started to say something as she spun in place, whipping the mist enshrouded tennis towards one of the two rushing towards her, encasing his chest in a block of ice before bouncing off his chest and hitting his partner’s legs, leaving them likewise encased in ice, before rolling down the alley. Cloed jumped on one to get to his target as the last one rushed Merida.<br/><br/>”Oh look at that Cloed, a wee little knife.. You looking ta butter a scone for me laddie?” She said with a musical laugh as she caught his arm by the wrist and forearm and disarmed him with a twist. He followed up with a backhand that snapped her back and bloodied her lip. Wiping her lip, she snapped a knee into his groin as she head butted him. ”Ack ya hit like a wee bairn, and scream like on too!”<br/><br/><hr/>1. It’s trouble isn’t it?<br/>2. Take the thin one but don't bite, you don't know where he's been.