The stranger escapes, after beating Zalah

The two women once again remained still for a brief moment, the two of the sizing each other up while regaining their breaths.

Zalah stood right in front of the door to the room in which she had been sleeping, and its windows seemed to be the nearest point of exit out of the house.
The other woman suddenly charged forwards again, while Zalah braced herself for the attack.

Throwing forwards a punch which Zalah easily deflected, the woman quickly followed that attack up with her left hand, hitting Zalah in the side, the naked blonde wincing with pain as her ribs bore the brunt of the hit.

The masked woman was strong alright, and her menacing punch knocked the wind out of Zalah, causing her to be unable to allow the woman to slip past her into the room, the stranger now heading for the windows.

Not about to let the woman escape from her, Zalah reached out with her right hand and seized hold of the woman’s left arm, pulling her close while throwing herself forwards, meaning that they both fell towards the floor, with Zalah on top.

Laying in the doorway bucking and moaning, both of the women tried to get control of the fight. The woman reached back with her hands and grabbed Zalah’s hair, pulling backwards to lift Zalah’s head upwards. Crying out in pain, Zalah’s cry turned into a grunt as the woman shot her own head backwards and hit Zalah right in the face with it, stunning her long enough so that she could get from under her.

“Goodbye, slut!” The woman cried out at Zalah, while brutally kicking her in the side, the **** of the kick sending her over onto her back.

With that, the woman quickly moved across the room and disappeared out the windows, leaving Zalah lying on the floor.

“Zalah!” Perrima cried out, her voice filled with concern. She had appeared in the corridor just after the woman had managed to escape through the windows, and was now standing right over Zalah.

“What happened?” The herbalist, dressed in nothing more than a flimsy night robe, asked as she helped Zalah up on her feet.
“You had a break-in. And I doubt that whoever it was that beat me was just an ordinary thief.”
“Are you alright?” Perrima asked Zalah, the redhead’s voice filled with concern for her beloved friend.
“Yeah, just a couple of bumps and bruises. But I should have twisted that bitch’s nipples when I had the chance!” Zalah responded, being led out of the room by Perrima.
“Poor baby,” Perrima kissed Zalah on the cheek, while holding her arm, “but I’ve got just the thing to ease the pain with.”