Aleksandra charged through the sewers after her target - the young man who had decided it was a good idea to try to escape the two of them combined. She called out mockingly to him in English, hoping he would understand a little of it, “Come here little boy! I promise I won’t break too many bones if you don’t make me chase you through all of Prague’s sewers!” Sewage splashed up onto her legs as she stormed through it, coating them in a stench she’d rather not deal with. 

She grumbled internally to herself. She could catch him if she wanted, but the little Bohemian princess had wanted to catch him herself and hopefully scare him enough to talk. As it was, she was a bit too close for that at the moment, only a couple of feet behind him - she could tell by the sound of his breathing that he knew he wouldn’t be able to evade her at this rate. She let off some speed, letting the little bastard think she was tiring. Now, if the little princess wou-

Something in the muck snagged at her boot, sending her sprawling in the filth of the sewers. She kicked violently at it, realizing after the offending object went sailing into the wall of the sewer that it was an abnormally large rat corpse. Disturbingly large. Nightmarishly large, in fact. She dragged herself up, chest, face, arms, hands, legs, all of it was completely covered in a reeking mixture of feces, urine, rotten food, and other… even less pleasant things. She would’ve retched at the truly horrific smell, but rage held her stomach under control - right up until she felt some of the putrescent mixture seeping through her clothes to… places. 

She heaved reflexively, splattering the wall next to her with her breakfast and lunch. The little shit was getting away, but her stomach wasn’t letting her move for the precious few seconds it took to empty. 

Wiping her mouth out of habit, her eyes widened as she realized what she’d just done - barely managing to repress another surge of vomit, she spat, clawing her gun out of its holster as she forced herself to move through the sludge in a fury induced charge. 

She rounded the corner, haphazardly waving the pistol and her sword as she howled insults in his general direction, having forgotten to use English. “Ёб твою мать, собака!” She caught a glimpse of him, bringing her gun to bear and firing off a shot that grazed his shoulder and little else before he turned another corner with her hot on his heels.

As she pursued him around the final corner she saw up ahead the blockage in the wall, grinning savagely. Now she’d have him all to herself. “Иди сюда! Щас по ебалу получишь, сука блять!” She sped up, only noticing Lucie through the red haze when she was a couple meters away. 

She looked her dead in the eye, growling, “Дайте мне его.” She dug through her pockets, pulling out a small vial, holding it maliciously as she advanced on him. 

(Translations: 
“Ёб твою мать, собака!” = “Fuck your mother, you dog!”
“Иди сюда! Щас по ебалу получишь, сука блять!” = "Come here! Now I’ll fucking kill you, bitch motherfucker!" 
“Дайте мне его.” = “Give it to me.”)