(Yeah cursing is fine)
Elena rolled her eyes, "My hair is anything but pretty, mostly it's an annoying sign that basically points out right where I am." As soon as she heard what sounded like cursing above them she froze, slipping close to the building and watching for anyone that might be following them. "You heard that too, right?" She whispered to Harper.
Harper nodded, not daring to speak until she'd figured out who had made the noise. Her eyes found the silhouette of a girl perched on the windowsill of the building they were pressed against. "There," she murmured, pointing up at the figure to show Elena the discovery. "And for the record, red heads are so my cup of tea…"
Her eyes flicked up to where Harper had pointed and she gave a small nod, "Should we keep going?" She whispered shifting around and debating if they should keep walking and act like they didn't see he person above them.
Aza jumped down sill by sill and landed in front of the girls.
Harper's protective instinct kicked in, and she pushed Elena quickly behind her with the swipe of her arm. She studied the girl with sharp eyes.
Elena scowled and step out from behind Harper, "I can handle myself." She huffed to her and kept a sharp eye on the new girl.
"I'm glad you think I'm going to kill you." Aza gave the girls a lopsided smile. "Now, you were going to that fine building over there-" she pointed to the hotel. "And I-" she pointed to herself- "-need a ticket inside said fine building. But refusal isn't your best option here." She pulled a pair of throwing knives out of her belt. "Unfortunately for you, I have fantastic aim."
"We're not going inside stupid." She huffed, rolling her eyes, "So I'd advise you to scoot along." She motioned for her to move and made no move to get out of the way of the woman with the knives.
"Well, it looks like you may have a nice silver blade embedded in your gut pretty soon." Aza pulled her arm back.
Harper quickly stepped in front of the other girl again. "Why do you need to go into that building?" she demanded quietly.
"And you could have a black one in your right eyeball." She listed her head. "Or your left. Your decision."
"Why do you need to go into that building?" Harper repeated, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Go find someone else to bother." Elena growled, stepping out from behind Harper again with her eyes narrowed. This girl didn't scare her, or at least she wasn't going to show her hint of nervousness.
Aza threw both knives, one grazing Elena's shoulder, the other stuck in Harper's forearm. "I need to get into the hotel for…personal reasons."
Harper doubled over from the pain. She covered her mouth and cursed behind her hand. With her uninjured hand, she slipped it into her pocket and secretly typed on a small communicator.
As much as she tried to stay quiet she yelped when the blade hit her shoulder, her eyes flashing with anger and a bit of pain. "Don't hit me with your knives," She growled, pressing her other hand to the already bleeding wound.
"Oh I didn't hit you. I grazed you. There's a very distinct difference. Now, you didn't say I couldn't stab you…" Aza showed a wicked grin.
"Try it girlie." A scowl appeared on Elena's face and she took a step towards the other girl, her hands curling into fists, "You won't like how it ends."
"True. I won't get into that hotel over there as easily." Aza crouched and leaned back, falling on her butt.
She stood her ground when the girl fell, looking down at her with her fists still clenched, "We aren't helping you get into that hotel either way, now, we're late for something very important and it would be the best if you would run along."
"I suspect that it wouldn't be very polite to attend that appointment with a knife in your heart. I mean, I could be wrong." Aza shrugged.
"Leave." She growled, glancing at her shoulder for a second before focusing back on the girl, "Again, you wouldn't like the outcome if you tried to hit or throw a knife at me or my friend again."
"I'm not going to leave. You don't scare me," Aza cocked her head.
Elena rolled her eyes, "I don't need to scare you, I just need to beat you up enough for you to leave." She rolled her wrists and took another step towards the girl, getting ready to land a few punches.
"So…Boxing?" Aza stood and pulled a long knife out of her boot. "I'm not very good at boxing. However, fencing. Fencing is fun."