The day was not unlike most of the weekdays within the walls of the City of Adeluna - busy and loud. The main streets of the City were travelled by swarms of diverse people going about their business. However, few people do realize that the most of the action takes place in the quieter alleyways, obscured from view of many. One such alleyway, messy and still damp after the recent rainfall, was traveled by a young woman, among a few others. Her broad shoulders and strong arms exposed, she looked far from unassuming, though. And from her stance and the way she scanned her surroundings, one could guess - and rightly so - that she was looking for some trouble she could possibly stir.

If the city of Adeluna was anything like the city she grew up in, the place with the most action would always be the alleyways. They always spoke of secrets and trouble; coming across a deal every once in a while or a group of people just wanting to get their anger out. Everyone always wanted to avoid them but when she was looking to blow off steam that was where she would go. She was never afraid of the secrets and trouble she actually encouraged it. And that is why she was there now. She wanted trouble, she was looking to blow off steam, but who was her unfortunate victim she wondered. And that was when she saw her victim; she was strong woman someone who looked like they would be able to hold her own in a fight and that was what she needed in that moment.

Faylen always tended to hide in the shadows even if the alleyway was considered one giant shadow there was still places that were darker than the rest. It was all apart of her instincts and now she found her prey.

"Well hello miss you seem a bit lost" A slow devilish smile came to her face as she came out of the shadows and walked up behind her prey. "Do you need help or do you plan on looking stupid all night long?" Faylen did not know the city at all but from her past experiences she knew insulting did quite a good job in getting the blood pumping. 

As Kirsten's patience worn out, she intended to give up her chase for trouble in favor of helping herself to another potent drink at the tavern. Just as she was about to turn back, she was delighted to see that it was the trouble that found her - trouble in form of yet another young woman, perhaps even younger than Kirsten.She carried herself in a confident manner, suggesting that she knew her way around. Had Kirsten been patrolling this particular district back in her days she served in the City Guard, she would have likely known her by then. For the moment, however, the woman was merely a stranger, and an embodiment of trouble she sought to punch out.Her body had tensed at the woman's snarky remark on how stupid she looked, but was soon to relax, opting to get back at her before moving on to the handiwork.- "Uh… I'm sorry, ma'am" - Kirsten went on to speak in a tone which could suggest that she had regained had composure after being insulted - "Did you happen to puke on your chest or is that your shirt?" - she then asked, as she poked the finger of her left hand at at the piece of garment in question. The gesture was meant to be an excuse for Kirsten to position her body in a way which could help her swing a sucker punch towards the woman's youthful face with her other hand - which she promptly did, having asked her a question.

Faylen would have laughed at the girls insult if she had time because it was just so petty. However the girls punch had hit before she had time to react to it. She hit Faylen right in the left eye and it would definitely leave a mark. She was stunned for half of second but her instincts quickly kicked in and she threw a punch right back at her. She did her very best to block the woman's punches but she still managed to get some in that Faylen just could not block. However, Faylen welcomed the pain like an old friend and definitely kept fighting until she could no more.

- "Ha! And who's looking stupid now, you…" - Kirsten went on to taunt her opponent, seeing her strike connect, but she was interrupted by the other woman's retaliation. Seeing a strike coming towards her, Kirsten tilted her head downwards, letting her forehead, rather than face, take the brunt of the strong strike the other woman had swung at her. Her head strongly jerked to the side as she took the hit, but apart from that, she was hardly affected. She continued to put pressure on the woman with subsequent strikes, but only a few of them hit the mark - and none of them connected as well as her initial strike.

Secretly, she was approving the woman's skill, but she had absolutely no intent of telling her that. Not yet, anyway. Her opponent's rapid strikes gave Kirsten little time to study her form and seek any gaps she could exploit. As such, in order to give herself some breathing space, Kirsten had shielded her head with both of her strong arms before stepping in, intent on pushing her opponent off balance. If she were to succeed, she would swing yet another right hook at the woman's face - it worked the first time, after all!

"You? What… no…. petty….. insult….??" Faylen was yelling in between the woman's punches. She admired this girls stamina because she just kept punching. The woman kept punching so fast that Faylen was not able to see her weakness, where best to punch her at. But then the woman made a mistake. She tried to repeat a move that caught Faylen off guard the first time. And so she stood her ground when the woman pushed into her and blocked the right hook toward her face. While she welcomed the pain she did not want this woman to break her nose. Right after she blocked punch she took the opportunity while the woman was distracted to swing a punch into the girls face back. And she did not hesitate. If Faylen was going to sport a black eye and be reminded of this, she too was going to leave a mark and remind her. 

- "You ain't worthy of no more flattery from me" - Kirsten spoke through her teeth, having found herself enough time to do so, as the two had been briefly locked in a clinch between the flurry of punches the two were throwing. When they finally broke the clinch, Kirsten went on to execute her plan. It failed, and miserably so. Having blocked the strong right hook, her opponent swung a punch of her own, which had crashed against Kirsten's jaw, knocking her down onto all fours.

The woman gave herself a brief pause to check for damage. Having slid her tongue against her lower teeth, she was mortified, as she had pushed one of these out of its socket. She had looked up to see her opponent, expecting her to gloat and all after what she had done. Whatever she would do, Kirsten was not going to let it last. As her large, gray eyes, met these of the other woman, they had narrowed down, as her entire round face reddened with anger.

- "You wiener-eared heap of stink!" - she shouted, as she swung a punch that started out as an uppercut… except it was not aimed above the belt. Regardless of whether she would hit or not, Kirsten would spring back onto her feet, ready to unleash a flurry of wide, exaggerated strikes, each fuelled by a desire to reciprocate for her opponent messing up her face as she did.

"Weiner-eared?! I am quite proud of my ears actually" Faylen knew the best way to make the other opponent mad was to be sarcastic in response to their insults. Faylen finally hit home with her punches and she reveled in it. When she hit her in her jaw she actually felt the tooth loosen from its gum. She liked the feel of it. To hurt without actually killing was a different kind of thrill, one she does not experience very often. It is always a usually a kill or be killed situation in her case. 

The woman looked up at her and met her eyes and she saw the anger transform her face. It turned red and blotchy this woman was weird looking when she was angry. Faylen thought and soon said it. She never thinks before she speaks "Has anyone ever told you you look weird when you're angry" She said it in a mocking tone and as soon as the words came out of her mouth, she got another punch to the face, this time it hit in the cheek. She let that one get through because she got cocky. Now she is blocking and hitting back as much as she can. She might have gotten one punch in and it barely even hit her, at least it did not seem to affect her. Mostly all it consisted of was blocking.

The Elven woman's efforts to make Kirsten even madder turned out to be successful. Whether it was a good thing or not, it had yet to be seen. Although Kirsten managed to strike her opponent in the face during her recovery, the punch did not connect as strongly as she would like to, especially as she intended to strike a low blow. As Kirsten's punches were continuously blocked by her opponent, she went on to make a remark on how funny her face looked a moment earlier. Struggling to come with a witty remark, Kirsten finally decided to try and give the damned Elf a taste of her own medicine:

- "Weird? I actually like my… oh, blast it, I'm gonna show you weird, you toerag!"

Unable to come up with a sarcastic response to rival that of her opponent's, Kirsten closed in and, having pressed her head against the Elven woman's chest, she reached for her thighs, intent on lifting her before slamming her body against the cold, damp walkway paved with stone slabs. Standing at least half a head shorter than her opponent was, Kirsten did not need to lean herself too far downwards. If she were to succeed, the woman would proceed to paint weirdness all over her opponent's face with her hardened knuckles.

"Toerag? seriously, where do you come up with these insults?" To her surprise the woman started charging at her and slammed her to the ground. This woman caught her off guard and that never happens; however she will admit she was wrapped up on trying to make her mad. Being down on the ground she realized just how tall this woman really was. "Come on giant, give it your best shot" 

Then a giant fist that was callused and experience went straight for her jaw. And did not stop. She pounded her face until she could no more. Faylen took one second- for that is all she needed-  in between punches to kick her leg up and knee the woman in her groin. She needed this woman off of her so she could evaluate the damage this woman had done to her. When she finally came off, she realized to her demise that she was missing a tooth and that the other was very lose and hanging on by a thread. 

She turned around and looked at the woman with a devilish grin and said "Well what do you know; so tell me giant what's next?"