Flonda moved swiftly, leaving a trail of unconscious bodies as she incapacitated the beggar children who had followed her. But her work was far from over. Almost immediately, wailing mothers emerged, as if they had been waiting for her to act. Their cries were loud and accusatory, drawing unwanted attention to the scene she had just created.
Flonda gritted her teeth, quickly assessing the situation. The women had been part of the plan. With practiced ease, she dispatched the mothers as well, rendering them unconscious one by one. Their pitiful wails faded as she swiftly dealt with them. She knew, however, that she had little time before the street guards arrived, drawn by all the commotion. Without wasting another second, she fled the scene, her heart pounding with urgency.
