Fiesty wasn't she? Oh this one had fire. Liked that I did. At the first sounds of my steps, she knew. And she ran. And soon there were two sets of footsteps along the pavement.
The City was frenzied. So many , so quickly. So much blood.
Not to many more now. Not too long at all.
In the dark, on the faint glow of the lights, and she fought back. Not many did that even with the wounds I'd given her at first attack. She was quick, this soldier and fighter, but I was quicker and more than once caught her with the blade.
Her blood dripped and flowed to the ground, and it was a beautiful sight. It was feed the City, and the City would be happy once again.