The darkness hinders her vision, but she can feel them around her. The cold air chills her to the bone, but it doesn't bother her. It's quiet, but she can hear the subtle and deft movements of her enemies. There's at least four of them within striking range, maybe three more moving in. She performs a split, falling to the ground as a quick jab flies over her head. She extends both arms out to her side, her palms delivering painful strikes to the guts of two assailants. They let out a short cry and fall to the ground. In a quick maneuver she spins and rises back to her feet, now facing the first attacker who has thrown another jab. She leans to her right, grabs his extended arm with her left hand, then delivers a powerful upward thrust with her right hand, breaking the arm at the elbow. She yells in pain. The fourth opponent behind her manages to grab her around the neck and tries to contain her. She lifts her legs up and slams them downwards, disrupting the balance of the assassin and sending both falling forward. With no constraints she rolls forward, delivering two heel-kicks into the assassins face as she performs the flip.

Four down. Three to go.

Calling upon the powerful magic the Red Laces give her, she summons forth a rope dart. With a flick of her wrist the dart finds its target, slipping through the neck of her target. By this moment the other two are upon her, but her elegant swiftness allows her to dodge their blows, roll to the side, and entangle their ankles with the rope. With a swift upward motion she sends both assassins crashing to the ground. The rope dart vanishes in a red haze and two daggers appear in her hands. It takes one final flick of both wrists to end the lives of the remaining assassins.

She steadies herself, listening. Nothing. Within seconds she vanishes, leaving behind another cold trail for her pursers.