[H3]Slums, Dusk[/h3]

Harmony's world became very sharp. She still wasn't sure whether it was an overy vivid imagination or some kind of phobia, but she could swear she felt the points of the knives drawn against her skin. She tried prepairing for this mentally, but the time that took for the exchange to derail was too short. It took much effort to hold the leader's stare instead of looking at Garth - that would immediately be written up as a sign of weakness. Unbeknownst to her, Garth was calmly polishing a glass with a practiced motion, mentally adding the damage to ensue to Harmony's tab.

"Grab her!" The leader roared. She felt hands tightening on her shoulders, struggled against nothing for a confusing second, then weaved under and behind her baffled would-be captors. Most of them blocked by furniture and patrons, she now faced only two tall men, their hungry eyes dissecting her for a delicious meal. "Come along girlie," one of them chimed, "we will hurt you just a little!" He lunged at nothing. Harmony's steel-tipped boot sent his privates to a meeting with his teeth. A knife brushed against a strengthened leather plate on her shoulder, and she turned just in time to meet a large gloved fist face-first.

"Oh you [b]will[/b] do this, miss Titanfoot." The leader growled, walking towards her, as his companion loomed over. She pushed away the chair she crashed against, but did not get up just yet. "You will do this job [i]for free[/i], or die trying, because until you do, the Dark Companionship will be breathing down your neck from every alleyway, every cranny, every -" 

He stopped at the sight of a shiny flintock aimed at his midsection. His 'dark companion' suddenly realized there was a chair between him and the girl, and he had to bend too far to stop her from shooting. Breath was held. Time seemed to slow down.

Some guards barged in.

"Now what do we have here." Chided the eldest of the bunch, a bald man with a greying mustache. The gang leader didn't miss a beat. "As you can see, [i]officer[/i], just a poor drunken lass picking a fight she can't finish." The officer's eyes moved to the bartender, who raised his hands in a don't ask me kind of fashion. He sighed.

"Alright, drop that thing missy, you don't want to hurt anyone do you?" He said, in a surprisingly kind voice. "Come, we'll get you sorted out, don't you worry." He purposefully placed himself between Harmony and her assailant while helping her up, gently disarming her in the process. She was led outside politely but firmly, and finally looked at the bar to notice Garth avoiding her gaze. When her eyes moved to the gang leader's face, there was a strange, tiny smile.

Two guards waited outside, with their backs turned towards the bar. "It's really alright," Harmony started, "I'm from the upper district, and - " the officer cut her off, slamming his palm into her chest. She felt a crinkling not unlike breaking glass, and a strange smell filled the air, pushing its way into her lungs. She coughed with surprise.

"Yeah, looks like we have another one over here." The mustached man said with fake exasperation, his tone alarmingly different than before. "Probably some laced stuff, violent tendencies and all. We'll let 'er sit it off for a few days, and then decide what to do." Still coughing, Harmony failed to resist the steel cuffs closing around her wrists. Her head began to spin as she desperately tried to cry out. They pushed her onward, and when the effect finally subsided, she found herself behind a patrol, on what seemed to be the way to the guardhouse. 

[i]Listen, this is all a mistake![/i] She said in her mind, but realization hit only a few seconds afterwards. It wasn't. It was all [i]him[/i]. She licked her lips. Revenge is going to be a delicacy.

[h3]Status = CAUGHT[/h3]