Location: The Souris Streets
V rolled her shoulders, stiff and bruised as they were, and planted her feet. She inhaled a deep breath and wished she has something to bite down on. She raised her hands, blood slick and sticky, and cupped her shattered nose.
That half-orc she had just gone 4 rounds with had been a fucking beast. Best she had seen in a while. She was lucky he hadn't done worse than fuck up her face.
Another deep breath rattled through her lungs as she pressed her thumbs into either side of her nose and pulled.
The crack was loud and horrible, it always was, and pain lanced through her skull, sharp and sour. It made her stomach roll but as she groaned and heaved forward, pressing her sore shoulder into the side of a building, V was grateful it was just her nose she was resetting this time, and nothing else. Her face had been fucked up for years now and this was her 4th time in the broken nose club.
She should be winning gold for that type of shit.
Instead, she was standing on a dirty sidewalk in the ugliest pair of pants she owned, with her head tilted back and blood streaking her face like she was some sort of canvas.