Kriss had become more efficient on her roller-skates. She had found that by making very short slides she was better able to recover her balance should one of the wheels stumble on an obstacle. Of course, this was not allowing her to move very fast but still, once she had managed not to fall every three steps, she was moving faster than by simply walking.<br/><br/>However, sliding on the roller-skates was rapidly tiring her leg muscles, unaccustomed to this sport. The shoes felt heavy on her feet. Moreover, the wider moves she was forced to have with the yoke meant that it was grinding painfully against her neck. Some blood could be seen worming down her chest. The flies kept being a plague, as they buzzed all around her urine-smelling body.<br/><br/>As the bells had been removed from the yoke, they were no longer deafening her with their tingling, but the sound of her roller-skates on the pavement was preventing her from hearing as well as she would have liked to. Moreover, the yoke was preventing her from looking behind her without twisting her whole torso. Thus, when a male voice boomed behind her, she jumped and almost fell. Moments later she realised she was actually encircled among three thugs.<br/><br/>Her face, hidden by the glued-on doll mask, could not show her emotions as she recognised at least two of the faces she had seen in the Cathedral. They were scouts. She remembered having seen them in the streets before that fateful day. The third man was older and she did not remember him. Obviously they knew who she was. The tattoos on her back and belly, and the yoke, did not allow the mask and the blonde wig to fool them.<br/><br/>Kriss looked around for an escape route. There were none. She was in the middle of the street, with one thug in front of her and another behind. She would have to fight. The one who had approached her from behind seemed smaller. She let him get a little closer and suddenly she rushed at him, her miniskirt lifting in the move and revealing her bare crotch, attempting to hit him with the right-hand half of her yoke. If she could break his skull, maybe the two others would run away.