Bab 651: Don't Mess With The Ladies

"Wait! Is that Arad's wife?" One of the thugs gasped, "That her, Mira!" Two pointed their crossbows at her, "What brought you here? We have no business with you."

Mira rushed forward, bending down and slipping beneath their crossbow bolts. One of the thugs swung his sword at her, but she blocked it with the hammer's shaft.

"Sorry, girl. You lack strength," The thug smiled, pushing her back.

"No, you lack teeth," She smiled, a nail firing from the hammerhead and piercing the thug's chin, shattering his lower jaw and dropping several of his teeth down.

"I came to order leather for some couches that I'm working on," Mira glared at them, lightning crackling from her hammer, "What are the guards doing? How could the likes of you still be crawling the city in daylight?"

The thugs growled, lunging at her with their swords, "Arad is dead, or at best crippled for life. He didn't show up in days!"