The streets were fairly narrow - the streets themselves would make it difficult enough to spread her wings, but the side streets and alleyways she was being guided towards were far too narrow for it. On the other hand, it'd mean that only one or two of the men could approach her at once.<br/><br/>However, before she ends up in a dead end, a second group of men step out in front of her, cutting off both approaches and retreats, as nearly a dozen men in total, including the minotaur, cut off both avenues. She could duck down an alleyway, but it looked like a dead end... or she could deal with them out here.<br/><br/>"Well, well, well, look at this. Seems someone got lost. Do you need any help, little girl?" one of the men called out, and the others chuckled, edging in a bit closer. None of them were armed with anything more than improvised clubs - broken chair legs and the like, but there were a lot of them...