Surprise!

You've got the height advantage and the element of surprise on your side. With a little luck, that should be more than enough. You search the rooftop you're on, finding a large stone which will work quite well as a weapon. Hefting it in both hands, you look back over the edge, see your targets have moved on, and quickly move down a few rooftops, careful to not lose your balance.

You find yourself ahead of the guards, with an alleyway squeezing between the building you're on and the next one. Situating yourself at the corner of the building, over the alley, you feel the adrenalin coursing through your veins again. You can feel every slight gust of wind, every grain of dirt beneath your soles, hear the flies buzzing at the vendor across the street. Your eyes make out every detail of the two guards' armor, noting that one has a mail hood, and the other a battered, open-face steel helmet, for headgear. You target the one with the mail hood with your stone, rising up and hurling it downwards with all your might as they pass by. Before the stone is halfway down the building, you're already vaulting the edge of the roof, falling towards the other guard.

The stone strikes the first guard squarely on his head, with a loud crunch as part of his skull crumples under the impact. You land on the other guard just as he's turning to see what happened to his companion, bare feet slamming into the shoulders of his steel breastplate. The **** of your impact sends a jolt of pain up your legs, even as you tumble forwards off of his crumpling form, rolling towards your feet. The guard, and everyone else on the street, are treated to an amazing view of your bare ass and exposed slit as your tunic rides up over your waist, before falling back into place as you come to your feet. Screams resound from around you as townsfolk panic, scrambling to get away from the scene of the fight. You'll have to finish this quickly, before more guards arrive.

Surprisingly, the second guard is not only not dead, but is coming back to his feet, drawing his sword as he comes up. You assume a fighting stance, your fists up, crouching slightly, then lunge at his exposed neck, hoping to end this before it becomes a proper fight. Unlucky for you, he's pretty fast himself, and his sword comes up to meet your fist mid-flight, forcing you to pull your punch, then duck back as he comes at you in a wall of flashing steel.

You're **** to fight defensively, dodging or deflecting blows as he continues his ferocious ****, obviously hoping to put you down before you have a chance to turn things around. Your tunic betrays you then, sliding off your left shoulder, binding your arm in material. The guard sees this, and comes at you again, sneering.

While he may think this fight's over, you're definitely not done yet. You block another swing with your right arm, then dance away from the return swing even as you wrestle your arm free from the tunic. Your left breast pops free of the material, bouncing freely in the air as you take advantage of the guard overextending himself in his haste to finish you. You slam your left arm into his sword arm, knocking his thrust aside, step inside his guard, and punch him in the jaw as hard as you can. To his credit, he stays standing, staggering backward with fire in his eyes, bringing his blade back up, but it's too late.

His eyes widen as the bare heel of your right foot fills his vision before slamming into his face. This time he grunts, stumbling backwards again as you let momentum carry you forwards and around, your left foot rising into a spin kick that snaps his head sideways, finally finishing him. As he crumples to the ground, you rush to gather your sword and the package off of the guards as the rattle of armored figures running reaches your ears.

By the time the guards arrive, you're back on the rooftops, vaulting away from the scene of the fight. The angry shouts of the guards fade as you put some distance between you and them, before finally stopping on another rooftop. Your breath coming in rapid gasps, you quickly look at the package, confirming it is, in fact, the message, then strap your sword to your waist again. It's only then you remember your exposed breast, and tuck it away, sliding your arm back through the armhole again.

You grin from ear to ear. With the message recovered, you can go deliver it, though you should probably find some supplies and better clothing, first. Maybe you can get something from Clyde, or "convince" one of the street vendors to part with some of their goods. On the other hand, there's bound to be a bunch of guards looking for you. Maybe slipping away now is the better idea.