Karin kept running, but it was getting harder to keep out of reach of the men chasing her. She hadn't actually expected this many people to follow her out of the bar. Maybe the two she threw the bowl at, but what about the other ones? What excuse did they have? 

After several minutes of dodging around buildings and other obstacles, she started to notice a little less noise behind her. Taking a chance to glance back, she could see that some of the people had vanished. Probably tired or bored or maybe fallen on their faces. Unless they had gone around and were going to ambush her. But why would they even go to that sort of trouble? Was it really so uncommon for them to get smashed in the face that they were that offended? 

[i]People should really hit them more often. Do something about that thin skin of theirs.[/i] 

Ducking behind another building and finding herself on the docks, Karin looked around for a place to hide. She knew that her body couldn't hold out for much longer, and she was actually a bit surprised to have made it this far. Various barrels and crates lay stacked at certain places on the dock, and would probably be easy to enough to hide in or behind. The one problem with that was that such a hiding place would be pretty obvious. If they weren't absolutely smashed, they would figure it out pretty quickly and start searching the containers. 

Then again, they were approaching pretty quickly and underneath the dock wasn't too appealing. If only she wasn't stuck like this, then she could just fight them off! Since all else failed, though she took one more look around before settling on a particular stack of barrels to hide behind. These ones were all tied down with rope and had a couple of crates stacked nearby. Any view of her would be blocked from more than one side, so she could buy herself some time to distract them or find a way get rid of them, hopefully. Crouching down behind the convenient containers, she took a moment to catch her breath and silence it so the men from before wouldn't notice her. 

It wasn't long before they were walking down the dock, looking around for their missing target. They would be finding her soon if she didn't hurry, so she took out one of her knives and began to fray the rope.