continued from here for @sassyassgrayson
Normally Emily didn’t meddle in the affairs of other, especially not when it came to fights. She was a damned good fighter, but she didn’t enjoy getting hurt or tired out, so she avoided fighting or killing when possible. She wasn’t afraid to do it, but she preferred not.
However, watching her current client from the rafters of the warehouse, she was itching to jump down. Despite the fact that Turner was doing surprisingly well, the odds weren’t at all fair. She drummed her nails against the wooden rafter, the sound muted through her gloves.
She was going to restrain herself and wait it out until she saw one of the thug’s planning to fight dirty. He was coming up behind Turner, holding a wooden board.
Dammit, I can’t lose my client. I still need to get paid.
Not to mention... Turner was interesting. His death would be a loss.
So Emily easily flipped down from the rafters and landed on the thug’s shoulders. He screamed, but not for long-- she used her legs to choke off his air supply, and then used her knife to take out his eye. She pushed the blade deep and twisted it, until he went limp. She rolled off of his form into a crouch, looking up at Turner and grinning.
“Got some troubles, boss?”
