<strong><span class="bbc_u">~Kamaria~</span></strong><br/><br/>The people came by, passing through, though some seemed to dip into the blacksmith's shop. Kamaria raised a silvery eyebrow at this and took to the shadows even more, clinging to them as her golden eyes were nearly the only things to possibly give her away. Two men staggered forward, having split from the group of avengers. One gestured to having spotted a glimmer of yellow in the darkness, and hefted up a small stone. He reeled his arm back and pitched it, the drow shifting back and the stone striking her arm. She let out a quiet scoff, but came to a stand, approaching the light of  the streets.<br/><br/>In sight, they both engaged her at once, drawing swords and reaching her.<br/><br/>But Kamaria was trained in battle, versed in many different techniques from her travels. She drew her blade and shoved it diagonally across the front of one man; intentionally not cutting him. But the disarming hook, however, caught the hilt of his blade and ripped it right from his grip, leaving a fine gash across his palm. Then she turned, suddenly taking the blade in two hands. She fell to one knee, avoiding the oncoming blow and swinging hard enough to cleave her blade into the side of the man's hip. He howled in pain as she twisted back up, ripping her blade out and slamming her foot into his chest; toppling him down. Before she stopped the fluid momentum of battle, she twisted around once more, and curling her fingers she made a fist.<br/><br/><em>SMACK!</em><br/><br/>And out went his lights.<br/><br/>She shook her fingers, sheathed the blade after slinging it once to fleck the blood elsewhere than its steel. Then, it was back to her only other option for a possible shelter in the night...<br/><br/><br/><br/>Inside the Blacksmith's shop, she shut the door behind her and felt the need to adjust the chain at top, to lock it from other intruders. She knew she was probably being chased by a whole gang of thieves for having slain one of their best ranking hoodlums. But inside, she felt an air of danger as well, though it was jaded and unsure, and she only knew this eminent danger by the smell of human blood.<br/><br/>Kamaria withdrew her hood, moving over to the counter and removing her cloak, bow, quiver, and yet keeping her blade and dagger about her as she stretched her lean charcoal colored arms and studied the shop's wall once more.<br/><br/>"Blacksmith?" She called into the shop's deeper reaches where she would not journey without distinct permission. "It is I, Kamaria. Would it be wicked of me to beg you of another favor? I've the gold to pay you for your latest favor if you agree."