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Hanzi played it safe, he ducked for cover. Outnumbered, a charge would be suicidal and would only play to the bullyish instincts of the bandit's. Anora might be hurt and who knows what else could happen. Hanzi would have to trail them back to their hideout and wing it from there. The gypsy way was never head on- rather it was silent and graceful. Hanzi would dance around these gaje, and bring them down one by one.
Hanzi would do the right thing.
Gypsys lived not from brute strength but from cunning and intelligence. He tried to peer over at Anora and catch her eye from around the corner to the alley. He waved as much as he dared without being seen.
Once the the bandits departed Hanzi would follow them. He would be friend to the shadows and would try his best to follow the group and not be seen. Hanzi would try to avoid all contact with this group, he had to know where they were going first.
Hanzi was thinking. I heard the Gaje bandit leader say something about sleep. None of this was likely very deadly, well, except his walking stick that is. Anora was not dead, but she was passed out. For how long? What about the guards? Well, Hanzi was no alchemist so answers escaped him.
All he could do is watch a little while longer.
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