Chapter 5, Kanika:Kanika stood amongst the dead assassins and watched the man from the tavern she had just rescued sprint off. “What a dickbiter,” she muttered to herself.
Left no choice, she placed her left foot on the first man’s left shoulder and, with a slight grunt, dislodged her blade from his body. With a swift movement, she wiped it clean on his pants. With long strides over the blood-covered cobbles, she bent and collected her errant marlin’s spike from the third attacker’s skull.
The questions concerning the deaths wouldn’t be hard to defend, but being caught by the guards would cause the ship to leave behind schedule—that could not stand. Sure the motherless dogs would not be cried over, she fled the scene, jogging down the path as quickly as possible, the sword in its sheath
