Here comes the night

I threw the cloak over my back and clasped it over my collar. Dahlia drew her hood closer to her face. 

I had strapped the knives and daggers on the belts on my hip and thighs. I was holding one as well. 

Both of us stood in front of the door. I noticed that she was trembling. I took her hand in mine and gave it a firm squeeze. 

She looked at me and nodded before taking in a deep breath. 

I wore my hood. "Are you ready?" 

Dahlia rolled her shoulders. "Ready as I'll ever be." 

She reached for the door knob and pulled it toward her. 

The two guards wearing chain mails turned. 

"Mistress Dahlia, are you done already—" 

We smacked the heels of our palms to each of the guards' jaw and planted kicks to their navel. 

Both the men fell in a heap at the same time, they eyes knocked back and only the white parts were visible.