@sorcererism continued from here (x)
Trouble had a way of finding Faye or perhaps she had a way of finding it and tonight was no different. She had taken up a job to help protect some store owners from a small group of thugs, harassing them almost nightly -- until tonight anyway. Being a female of shorter stature often gave her the upper hand as most opponents underestimated her. As they had tonight. She had been trained from a young age by a group of vigilantes that consisted of retired military and military survivalists that taught her everything she knew.
The fight was short-lived but she was certain they wouldn’t be harassing the poor owners any longer. She had been cleaning the blood from her knuckles when she ran into the stranger. Faye buried her hands deep into her jacket’s pockets, hoping he didn’t see the blood, unaware she had a streak still on the side of her face.
“Yeah, yeah. It’ll take a lot more than a lil’ bump to hurt me. I promise I’m not as fragile as I look,” she laughed lightly, offering him a smile. “How about you? Hope I didn’t step on your toes or anythin’.” Faye gestured with her hands while keeping them in the pockets.
