Isadora had now already arrived in the city. She had veiled her face and blended in with the people who were making their way into the city making it hard for her to be recognized. All she wanted for now was to find a place where she would change her dress and slip into that maiden attire. The dress she wore raised some attention and she could feel the prying eyes settle on her as she walked through the unfamiliar streets and alleys. A desolate place was what she was looking for.

Taking a corner by a more ominous alley, Isadora’s heartbeat accelerated as she walked down the path. And though it was still daytime, the area seemed gloomy casting fear into her heart. And for some odd reason, she felt as if she was being watched and followed. She quickened her pace now and threw furtive glances behind before she caught sight of two men walking closely behind her. They wore smug looks and she could tell by just one look they were not good people.

’What have you gotten yourself into Isadora?’ Her pace quickened such that she was now running, her heart beating erratically inside her chest. This was bad. Isadora scolded herself. Why didn’t she just go to an inn and change there? And now that she thought of it, she scolded herself again. Foolish girl! She huffed her cheeks but this was not the time nor the place to ponder on such menial things. She looked behind and she could now see a third person join the group and they started running after her.

Isadora had been running without looking in front when her leg got tripped and she fell on the hard ground. She could feel as the pain spread through every nerve of her body. Her white dress was now dusty and her face dirty. She had kissed the soil and a mouthful of dirt was already in her mouth. Coughing the dirt out of her mouth, she stood up while dusting her dress when she noticed that the men had already surrounded her.

Her gaze darted between the three men as she cautiously walked in circles to stay alert. She didn’t know what they wanted from her so she had to be ready for anything. What did they want? She wanted to ask them but their faces answered it all. They were not the type to negotiate. But she tried her luck anyways.

"What do you want?" She asked coldly. This made the men look at each other amusedly before they let out the most sinister laugh she had ever heard. She imagined all sorts of things they could want from her and that made her heart beat erratically inside her chest. These guys could steal everything from her, and worse, rape her. That thought alone scared her. But she would not let that happen. ’It’s time to put Newton’s lessons into practice.’ She thought.

"We want everything, including you," one of the men who had a scar running vertically across his not so good looking face said in a gruff voice. The way he eyed her when he said those words made her to stiffen. He licked his lips in a sensual way before the three men began striding to where she was with open arms as if cornering a cat or a chicken. Little did they know she was a lioness, they wouldn’t have dared to even come close to her.

Isadora let her backpack fall from her shoulders before she drew the same knife that Griffin had given to her. The thugs seemed thrown off a bit by the knife but they smiled evilly as if Isadora just showed them a stick instead of a knife. The man with a scar nodded to his comrades before they attacked Isadora simultaneously.

Isadora saw the fists coming her way but she was quick to dodge. These were the times she wished she had a trouser. Fighting with a dress was freaking hard. And before she could think again, another blow was coming her way. Had she been late by a second, her face would be painted red. So she decided to focus.

Bracing herself, she got hold of the dagger and stared at the three men. Only two of them had attacked her earlier. Maybe they thought she was just one weak female human who could just be scared by words. If that was what they thought, then they were wrong. And she could see it in their faces; disappointment, anger, and surprise. Surprise! Yes! They were surprised by the skills she had just displayed. And now that they knew her potential, she knew they were not going to hold back, and so would she.

The men looked at each other before they drew their knives. It seemed they had underestimated her and thought that she would fall with just one or two punches. The scarred man signaled them to fight and they charged murderously at Isadora. The scarred man just stood there, unmoving, as he waited for what would happen next.

Isadora held her dagger tighter before she also charged at her enemies. She wanted to end this madness once and for all. Being late for the funeral was the last thing she had on her mind, and now that these minions were wasting her precious time, she had to give them what they deserved.

She dodged the first strike effortlessly before she sliced the arm of the attacker and escorted him with a back kick. The other halted when he saw his minion holding his bleeding half-arm in disbelief. The scarred man also looked surprised and he shifted uncomfortably on where he stood.

"Just kill the damn woman and take that bag." He yelled. The other man nodded before he charged at Isadora. ’Another one who will be welcomed in hell today. Today must be the devil’s lucky day.’ Isadora chuckled. And in one swift movement, she slit his throat. The man fell with a thud before a pool of blood formed around the place. The armless man had already gone to seek treatment, carrying his fallen arm alongside him. Now, only the scarred man was left.

Isadora lifted her face to see the unmoving man who stood in front of her as if what she had done was not enough to scare him away. But judging from his face, she could tell that he wasn’t the type to be scared. Maybe he was an assassin, she thought. Not a smile could be traced on his ugly face. Not that she expected one.

"Aren’t you scared?" She asked him, raising a brow.

"A woman would never scare me. But I have to admit that your skills are good. So I won’t go easy on you." He said, his face as serious as ever.

"I won’t go easy on you either," Isadora said and the man smirked before he drew two knives in both of his hands. Isadora’s eyes widened and she knew she had to be careful. And before she could even brace herself, the man charged murderously at her, swinging the knives in a rhythmic motion, his movements as swift as a deer’s.