[i]"Let me go you wench!"[/i]

Samantha twisted his arm further and slid the tip of her sword just under his chin. She could still feel and hear the sound of her heartbeat pounding in her ears, her laboured breathing and her blood running down her dilated veins. A loud scream snapped her out of it, and it was only then that Sam noticed a strange woman whom had joined their fight. The woman had slid the machete out of the downed thieves Sam had taken care of earlier. She didn't know what to make of her, but she had fought with them and not against them so it seemed that she was on their side. 

The thief in Samantha's grasp had tried to free himself, but Samantha only tigthened her grip further. She smacked his face with the dull edge of her Dao in a way a mother would chastise her child for getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He didn't seem to appreciate the gesture, if his barred teeth are an indication. 

The woman's speech pattern was odd, but Sam had no trouble understanding her. "No!" Sam shouted at the woman, and quickly explained herself: "I think it would be best to alert the authorities."

Strange speech, strange clothing; Samantha's interest was peaked.