"That's the way to the slums," Kasimir said, but he turned Valiant around anyways. The fierce warrior princess was probably going to go beat on some ruffians or something. A hero's work was never done. Kasimir was sure Valiant would blend right in with the gang symbols painted on his poor hide.
"I can fight with swords," Kasimir said.
"I am a very excellent swordsman. I shall have to teach you. Fisticuffs are vulgar."The streets narrowed, the buildings closing in on them. Gone were the private walls and ivy-covered fences. Kasimir's hands tightened on Valiant's reins nervously. If any villain showed their face, he was ready to turn Valiant and gallop out of there. It wasn't that he wasn't brave, because he was definitely totally just as brave as the bandit queen. Absolutely. It was just that poor Valiant didn't like gangsters, and Valiant had already suffered an attack at the hands of ne'er-do-wells. And his hooves were still dirty. Curse that incompetent stablehand!
A ribbon fluttered loose from Valiant's mane, drifting down to the cobblestones, which were now cracked and scummy. Those damn gangsters!
"Here we are." The narrow street appeared deserted, but stealthy sounds suggested there were people here and there, lurking in the shadows.
Street people. "Shall I remain with you for protection?"
