Overture Downs you'll get the hang of it.

Exit for Lutra!

As the two came to a collision over her, Lutra pressed down in to the dirt and then away from them both, slinking backwards with awkward backpedaling steps. The shadow aimed for the man's legs while the man, seemingly well versed in combat to the point that he could hold his own, moved his tucked head up and at her; there were teeth, seeking the darkness of the attacker's neck.

Lutra couldn't handle it. She did not know this person, and only had the vaguest idea of why she had come after her; a piece of a life abandoned, which she was glad to be rid of. She had thought it had been easy to slip away from home in the night — but with this attack, Lutra wondered if her plans had been found out, anticipated.

To her, the stranger was an assassin — and while they were otherwise preoccupied, Lutra was keen to escape.

She would have to find the man later, if he lived through this fight, and thank him somehow; it was not right that he be drawn in to the conspiracies against Lutra, but the girl could not linger while they fought. Better for her to escape now and put distance between herself and the shadow.