The cluster of men, ten in total, seemed to burst into view in front of the two Azas. Six of the men appeared to be street toughs, bulky and armed to the teeth. Four wore the armor of the local constabulary and seemed to be getting their asses handed to them – black eyes and blood flowing freely from numerous visible injuries.<br/><br/>Immediately after appearing, one of the toughs called out, “There the dirty bitch is! Let’s finish these pad-foots off and get em!” A rousing chorus of growls met the speaker’s cries and the barbarous mercenaries redoubled their efforts, immediately taking one of the three city officials out with a brutal clip from a club before circling in around the remaining three. Time for Aza to avoid this confrontation was certainly running out.<br/>