Asta breathed heavily has the sun beat down on her. Somehow she forgot that the world was not as cold as the frozen tundra. Asta took her gloves off and took off a layer of fur, laying it on the carradge seat. Asta's father was currently making another deal with a weathly family, letting the woman feel the fur. Asta watch some more than slowly walked away, her father was all buissnes now, he wouldn't notice her missing. She walked down the street, watching the people. Some looked like they barely even worked a day in their lives.
She contunied to walk when she heard an commotion. She speed up and looked down an side street. There was a girl with a couple of men sourounding her. The girl looked defenceless and was on the ground. Asta ran forward and shoved one out of the way, standing infront of the girl and pulling out a hunting knife. She sneered at the men, one reach forward to grab her. She growled and snapped at him, her knife slicing air.
One produced a sword and came at her. Asta ducked and sliced his leg, and as he bent, she head butted him, making him fall over. The other three, one that looked drunk and cowering in the back, looked at her. The other two also produced swords, and ran at Asta. Asta quickly dogged one only to get hit whith the others sword hilt. She turned and slashed at him. The other grabbed her arms and tried to making her drop her knife. Asta jumpped up and flipped him over, his head slamming into the ground. The last man charged at her again. Asta tried to block the cut with her knife, the sword swepped past and sliced her cheek. She growled and lunged forward, biting the man's nose. He yelled and dropped his sword. Asta spat out his blood and turned to the drunk man as he looked paralyzed. Asta took one step towrds him and growled. He turned and ran, leaving the street. Asta then walked over to the girl and bent down.
"You alright?" She asked, noticing the weird mark on her arm. She silently hoped she did the right thing.