It's easy to keep the men running to where they want them to go with Hawke's magic in the mix. On her own, a maneuver like this would never have worked. In Ragneux, she would've needed at least three well placed Family members to pull it off. He's resourceful as well as powerful, and in any other moment, the thought might send her pulse racing for a different reason. For now, it's merely information to be filed away, held onto until it's useful again. It'll come again soon enough.
Amelia closes the distance between herself and her targets with each alley, jumping off anything above ground level to give herself an extra boost of speed and distance. She doesn't need to catch them to scare them, and each shot across their ears, arms, or chests is enough. Rocks do plenty of damage when fired hard and aimed well, and these men are on the receiving end of decades of practice, bleeding from many cuts across their bodies. They won't survive this.
When at last they leave the security of alleys on their way to South Park and the sinkhole there, the Shadow Mistress gives herself a little more speed to get alongside her targets. One she slows with a rock to the forehead, hard enough to daze him a little. The other takes a knife to the outside of his thigh as she closes in. They're starting to scream now, to get loud, and she won't have that. They're not done yet, and she won't have them be disrupted by anyone who might think these men are in need of help. They are beyond that, having lost their chance for it when they assaulted one of hers.
She's on them both in seconds, leaping from the ground to come down hard on the taller of the men with a dagger to his shoulder, in the soft spot between bones just above his armpit. Her weight hits his chest and sends him down, and she rips his shirt before stuffing it in his mouth.
"Keep quiet," she commands, voice so guttural as to be unrecognizable. "You'll speak when I say you can."
There's one left to take care of before they take these two down into the sinkhole, and she trusts Hawke to have him when he's still stumbling from being his so hard in the face with a fig sized rock.
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Amelia closes the distance between herself and her targets with each alley, jumping off anything above ground level to give herself an extra boost of speed and distance. She doesn't need to catch them to scare them, and each shot across their ears, arms, or chests is enough. Rocks do plenty of damage when fired hard and aimed well, and these men are on the receiving end of decades of practice, bleeding from many cuts across their bodies. They won't survive this.
When at last they leave the security of alleys on their way to South Park and the sinkhole there, the Shadow Mistress gives herself a little more speed to get alongside her targets. One she slows with a rock to the forehead, hard enough to daze him a little. The other takes a knife to the outside of his thigh as she closes in. They're starting to scream now, to get loud, and she won't have that. They're not done yet, and she won't have them be disrupted by anyone who might think these men are in need of help. They are beyond that, having lost their chance for it when they assaulted one of hers.
She's on them both in seconds, leaping from the ground to come down hard on the taller of the men with a dagger to his shoulder, in the soft spot between bones just above his armpit. Her weight hits his chest and sends him down, and she rips his shirt before stuffing it in his mouth.
"Keep quiet," she commands, voice so guttural as to be unrecognizable. "You'll speak when I say you can."
There's one left to take care of before they take these two down into the sinkhole, and she trusts Hawke to have him when he's still stumbling from being his so hard in the face with a fig sized rock.