[ The nod is all the permission she needs. Her sword is left out of the equation, but that doesn't mean she can't fight — she sidesteps the man trying to reaching for the hilt of the Falchion, shoves the second into the first.
( A few things hit her in that moment; these men are aggressive, but they're not fighters. Some part of them are terrified that it's come to this. Scrappy, yes. Violent, almost certainly so. But they haven't fought to kill, and the thought makes her stomach lurch in a way that she hasn't felt in years. )
Stupid on her part to hesitate, after all that. The shorter of the two men — one that barely managed to dodge out the way of his friend — sees the opening and lunges for her immediately, tackling her to the ground, her head inches from the dagger. The second one pushes off of the hood of the truck, shaking his head to reorient himself. The yelp has him snarling at Jayce as he aims a punch straight towards him. ]
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( A few things hit her in that moment; these men are aggressive, but they're not fighters. Some part of them are terrified that it's come to this. Scrappy, yes. Violent, almost certainly so. But they haven't fought to kill, and the thought makes her stomach lurch in a way that she hasn't felt in years. )
Stupid on her part to hesitate, after all that. The shorter of the two men — one that barely managed to dodge out the way of his friend — sees the opening and lunges for her immediately, tackling her to the ground, her head inches from the dagger. The second one pushes off of the hood of the truck, shaking his head to reorient himself. The yelp has him snarling at Jayce as he aims a punch straight towards him. ]