The atmosphere inside the bar started to close in as the crowd of men began to gather around the 'defenseless woman' they thought Samira was. Their eyes gleamed with anticipation for the confrontation ahead, predators eager for fresh prey. They advanced simultaneously, hoping to simply annihilate her, overwhelming her with their numerical advantage. However... Samira was a beast when she was fired up... And unfortunately for them... That was exactly the kind of woman she was right now. A frustrated woman looking for something to vent her frustration on.
With a quick and precise movement, she drew a curved knife that had fallen from the first attackers and spun her body swiftly. The first man of the new wave of enemies approached and was met with a sharp, deadly blow, the blade cutting through the air and meeting flesh with a muffled sound... his arm was struck.
"Ught!" He staggered back, his hand clutching the wound, a cry of pain escaping his lips.
