[center][h1][color=f7976a]Saoirse[/color][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/VBTF3t9.png[/img[/img[/img]
[color=lightgray][color=f7976a]Time:[/color] Dusk
[color=f7976a]Location:[/color] Dock by the Sea
[color=f7976a]Interactions:[/color] [@princess] Annya 
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[hider=Equipment:][url=https://imgur.com/4v4ntTb.png]Outfit & Ring Disguise except her hair is red[/url] 
-Brass knuckles
-Knives - multiple 
-Lighter and some matches 
-Backpack filled with a wad of cash
-Mask to cover her face Black long sleeve shirt, leggings, black combat boots, and red leather jacket with hood
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[color=#FDF2E9]Saoirse laughed at Annya’s comment. She had eyed the third outfit with a grimace. What poor soul would buy it? After Annya thrust the amas down onto the counter and gave the man a snappy retort, he responded with one of his own. Shae raised her eyebrows and folded her arms. Did he not know who he was talking to? What a sad piece of shit. She opened her mouth to speak, but Annya handled it herself. She took Raven and her hands and Shae nodded in reply to her question. 

[color=f7976a]”Yeah that would be - “[/color] she began to reply and was interrupted by the sound of shattering glass. She whirled around to find the shopkeeper had smashed a bottle of alcohol and was picking up a club. She would have been able to let it go, except a memory was tugging at the back of her mind. Fire dashed through Saoirse's eyes as an unusually cold and callous glare spread across her face. She clenched her fists, set her outfit down and advanced on the shopkeeper. She utilized self control over her element, knowing that if she used it, there would be more trouble. She looked to be trembling, whether from anger or fear, it was hard to tell, yet it was unmistakable that he had crossed a line in her eyes.

Without a word, Saoirse smacked him across the face then quickly pinned both his arms against the wall behind him. She kept her foot over his and kneed him in the groin hard. [color=f7976a]”You won’t be needing that anymore.”[/color] She watched as he would double over in pain and then grabbed him around the middle and slammed him onto the concrete. She quickly jumped on his back, grabbing the club and tossing it to Annya to catch so he wouldn’t use it against them. Saoirse quickly pinned him to the ground, using a combination of feet, knees, and her arms, while one arm held a knife out the back of his throat. The cool metal would be against his throat and unmistakable. 

[color=f7976a]”Let’s get something straight, you little bastard.”[/color] Her voice was calm, but it sounded more menacing than if she had shouted. [color=f7976a]”You will never catcall or harass another one of your buyers or even speak to my friends and I again. You will not throw alcohol at anyone else again, or I’m going to make you wish you hadn’t been born which by the looks of it, maybe you already wish that. I could always make it come true. Your name is handy, is it? I’m handy with a knife - do you want to see the cool tricks [i]I[/i] have?”[/color] She twisted his one arm back painfully, but not enough to sprain or fracture it and pressed the cool metal against his skin, but not enough to puncture it. She glanced up at Annya and Raven with venom in her eyes and a cold fury she was clearly struggling to contain. [/color]