Quote:It had been five against one. All I'd done was even up the odds a little. She managed to get one before they took her down. I got the other four before they could make sure she stayed down.
She stepped back away from me, glancing quickly around, scanning for an escape. One hand was poised to go for a gun, the rest of her body would've been running away if she wasn't so keen on protecting that old bike of hers. Pale pink blood was running from a gash in her forehead. She wasn't human?
Her eyes darted to my face, down to my jacket, and to my motorcycle parked at the other end of the alleyway.
"Who are you?" she demanded in an odd Japanese accent. It was a dialect I'd heard a long time ago, and couldn't quite place. It was one I was certain I'd heard before.
I stepped back, making it clear I meant her no harm. "Douglas Sangnoir, at your service."
She winced. "I was afraid you'd say that,"
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