The confident man waves his hand and grins, theatrical. Like he's putting on a show for someone.
His men, I suppose.
"Oh, but don't worry, Miss-"
I don't wait for the rest of what the man has to say before I lash out, flicking a throwing knife directly at the man. It streaks through the night air and hits its target square in the eye.
I choose not to squander the element of surprise on the others.
Before any of them can react to their leader falling backward, I make my move.
I leap from the carriage down toward the shocked group, drawing my dagger, and using the force of my weight to drive it deep enough to deal with a second ruffian. He doesn't even have the opportunity to try to fight back before he's collapsed next to his leader.
