Having already raised her blade, Fuana haulted with it high up, like an executer frozen in time. She watched the man cry out and try to escape faster, all of which helping in tiring the other female of their group's arm. She nodded, flipping her blade in her hand and sheathing it reluctantly. In her culture it was death for any person caught in the act of a crime by the people it was based around. Theives would plead to be put in cells or they may suffer the wrath of the twin they had stolen from. She saw no qualm with the murder of these young men. They could have easily made themselves into respectable men yet they had chosen the path of a criminal aND in doing so had taken the wrong and deadly path. Yet when a man behind her appeared and began to slander her good deeds fuana was both confused and angered. Again she withdrew her still bloodied sword and turned to him with her weapon brandished and her blood boiling. She turned to the others and spoke.
" his is bad too?" In a low, grunt like voice, hardened no doubt byou Herr life, expressing her primal lineage and lifestyle.