Behind That Perfect Smile [Selfmod: Basic Gicha Hehan]

[Vanderlou]

TS: 3rd Cycle of Kalendryas, Era 14

Basic Gicha Hehan Level-Up

Due to the nature of his work, traveling through dark and dangerous alleys like many of those in the Kitsune district wasn't exactly a new experience for the half-elf. If anything he actually frequented the district's streets if only because the deadly routes were most often the shortest to take through the city. Not that there was any real danger for someone with heightened senses like he did.

Enhanced hearing and superhuman vision made avoiding any potential ambushes effortless. The problem with this gift however was that it usually proved to be more troublesome than helpful for someone with a conscience like Vanderlou's. Ignoring cries and pleas for help that was within earshot was simply something he couldn't do and the half-elf was known to meddle in the business of other people if he didn't like what he saw.

A shrill cry, probably several blocks away was picked up by his sensitive ears and without a moment's hesitation he sprinted towards the source of the sound and when he finally arrived at the spot, he was outraged at the sight of several men ganging up on one woman.

A beautiful woman with long flowing hair of seamless black surrounded by no less than several armed me took a step forward, the heavy looking shackles on her feet making loud sounds with the slightest of movements. Cautiously Vanderlou came nearer to the scene and saw her pristine-white dress stained in crimson on the back. She was bleeding and despite the confident smile on her face it was all too clear that she would waver any moment - judging by the way her legs quivered every now and then.

"So, are you going to give up?" the largest of the men barked, the katana in his hands dripping with blood, hers. "Kinjo may yet forgive you for your insolence. Surrender and I'll spare your life."

The woman's nose flared and the near-linear contours of her eyes narrowed further. "Surrender?" she spat, "better I die fighting than shackled and tied to a bed for the rest of my life." With another shrill scream she jumped, no flew into the air, the ball-and-chain on her foot bounding forward as she delivered a brutal roundhouse kick that sent the iron ball crashing into the man's side with a sickening crunch.

For a moment all the other men froze in their tracks but upon seeing the girl's ragged breaths they grew emboldened. Slowly they moved around her, closing the gap between their swords and her skin with every step they made - or at least that was the plan until one of their comrades fell face-first into the cobblestone street.

"You need any help?" Vanderlou asked, steel-plated boots digging into the fallen warrior's face effectively keeping his head pinned to the ground.