Lafitte smiled. Good, she’s got enough intelligence to see when she’s been captured afterall, he thought. This seemed to go more smoothly than it had any right to.
The woman began to lower her weapon, and Lafitte began to relax a little in response –“Argh!” he exclaimed as she smashed down on his instep with her foot. Even with his thick sailor’s boots the heel’s grinding down caused a painful crack to be felt that he hoped didn’t mean it was broken. With his adrenaline, however, the pain faded from his mind quickly as he parried her dagger strikes clumsily but effectively with his machete.
Hoping to end it quickly, he took aim at the woman’s head with his crossbow pistol and pulled the trigger, then immediately holstered the weapon back inside his jacket and advanced with the machete to finish the job or continue the attack mercilessly.
However, when he arrived he discovered it wasn’t necessary just as Jeneyeru was entering the street.
“Do what you can for her!” he called out, pointing at the woman behind him with an arrow in her shoulder.
Holding his machete out he ran towards the other fight with Peino…