Cat stopped a few yards away and looked the three ruffians over contemptuously.  They were big, sure, but a great deal of it was muscle that had gone to fat.  She leaned casually in her saddle, slowly and surreptitiously tying the reins to the horn of the saddle. “Flooding you say?  Funny, it doesn’t look like it’s rained here in several years, boys.”  She drew out the last word, making it the insult she knew it would be and waiting for it to sink in as she turned the ring on her finger a quarter turn.<br/><br/>Drawing her sword in one hand and her dagger in the other, she signaled Garnet forward with a leap, charging the ringleader and swinging her sword at his head.<br/>