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down – telling him exactly what he had hoped was so, that the woman was still around – Nik-Nik could smell her presence.
    Broc was pleased and thankful - no arrows yet flying his way. He was now convinced she would kill only those seeking to harm her.

Chapter Three
     
    Asiza had scampered up a tree with only a little less agility than a monkey. She went high, to a perfect spot and leaning forward, carefully pushed aside a few branches to watch the man who had taken her by surprise.
    She was angry at herself for letting her guard down but she’d needed to bathe and the area had been clear. Still, he could have been hunting for her, if so – they would have had her because her confidence had gotten the better of her. After so many days of hearing no one, seeing only a few natives here and there who didn’t see her, or rather, pretended not to – she felt at ease. 
    Now… this man.
    She watched him, miffed that he’d disturbed her peaceful world. The longer she watched, the more she settled on him being a simple passer-by. So, since she was comfortable where she felt safest, she was in no hurry to leave just yet – he wouldn’t know that she was still near, watching him. To her surprise, right there for the world to see, he stripped down to the skin. He was a big man – very tall – whipcord strong body. A body formed in a way she imagined God had meant man to look. Not like the soft skinned, pudgy man who’d bought her to service him. Just the thought of it had turned her stomach. She couldn’t help but remember his mouth on her, wet and panting, trying to touch her – trying to strip her while his friends looked on, coming close to touch her as well – surrounding her. She still wasn’t sure which one had reached between them and squeezed her breast, hard and painful – panting like a dog. That is when she had fumbled for her dagger while they circled her, groping, ripping at her garments. With lightening quick reflexes, she’d stabbed the mayor twice before he even knew that something was wrong.
     

The other two were so busy opening their trousers, groaning and touching themselves, that they didn’t catch on until she slit the mayor’s throat from ear to ear. It was the sight of his blood squirting out that made them look up.
    As for the mayor, the two stabs had taken his breath away - he never made a sound except for the gurgling that bubbled from his mouth and throat.
    Moves quick and patient, with precision, made her duck and spin out from between them coming up behind another, stabbing him in the side of his neck, right at the big vein where blood spurted out from him like a geyser. The other saw that she was killing them and tried to shout out for help while rushing at her. Asiza pushed the second into him – knocking him down so that he could see that she was going to kill him too as he struggled to get up – knocking the banker’s dead weight aside. His hands rushed out to grab for her - she sliced into them, cutting his wrists and forearm as well. Then, again, she went for the neck, slicing into one side, and turning she came back and sliced into the other. Blood sprayed from him catching her clothing, and still, she did not stop. She eased into a calm, blind frenzy. These were not humans, not men, nor animals – not even dogs, they were worse, they were demons - more harmful alive and better off dead. The blade came at them from every direction with her wielding it with ease of speed as if she were in a dance – elegantly slicing, jabbing, cutting and dismembering them. Asiza felt nothing but pleasure as she took out years of simmering misery and hatred on them.
    Not until they'd stopped their terror filled screams, and flailing about with blood covering the floor, walls and dripping from the ceiling did she stand back, panting. Her hands were covered with it, running to her elbows where it dripped to the floor. Having had her fill of what she’d done - she stepped back out of the