There is a short and brutal fight. These people know how to fight, but don't have the advantage of instant healing or magical armor. One of them starts chanting something that sounds like it would put her to sleep, but is easily put down before that completes. One of them throws a glass phial full of something that mists up, but the paralysis agent can be purged with Axiom of Physicality.

They were expecting her to go down, it seems. When two of their number are bleeding out on the ground and their nonlethal takedown measures failed, the other three scatter, swearing. They made a fair bit of noise, someone will probably come looking soon.

Ame is annoyed. She had to pull her knife to shut the chanter up fast enough, and now she has to chase down one of the runners since she can't question the two she stabbed.

In an instant, she picks out the runner with the highest-quality gear, then sheathes her knives and surges into a sprint. She leaps off a bench, kicks off a wall, and flips over the runners head, landing in front of them to cut off their escape.

He swears louder and throws a small leather bag. It unfolds in midair into a bundle of vines covered in incredibly sticky goop. He hopes it hits her, and keeps running.

Running in the opposite direction, though, back toward where the fight started.

The vine trap is an 'oh fuck' moment, but Ame drops, rolls, kicks up, catches the edge of the vines with her boots. She wrenches her boots off, lets them be carried away by the sticky vines, and pops back up on bare feet.

She's still fast enough to close on this guy before he reaches another alley. She kicks him in the back of the knee.

He's wearing subtle armor, but he goes down. He spins and gets back up again, facing her, hands held in front of him.

"Fuck! I get it, you're tougher than you looked. I'm gone. Five silver to you, and I'm gone."

"I don't want your money. I want your story."

Ame does not keep her distance, and grabs at his wrists.

"You want me to actually try to kill you? We just wanted a pet healer, that's all."

He ducks backwards as she grabs for his wrists and comes out with a hidden knife from up his sleeve and stabs her again. 

Pet healer, huh.

She lets him stab her, stepping right into the attack, unlike all of her previous dodging, because now she has an actual grip on him, and her knife plunges into his wrist at the same moment she pulls him off balance and smashes her forehead into his face, before latching onto him and dragging them both to the ground.

He keeps trying to fight but is in a pretty bad position at this point. By the time Ame has him in a pin, there are people peering out from some of the buildings on the street and at least one person is shouting "Guards!"

He spits out blood once Ame has him pinned. "She attacked us out of nowhere, officer. Killed two of my friends."

Ame glances at said friends and snorts in contempt at his implied threat. "Really? You expect me to believe you're stupid enough to think that's in any way your best move, here?"

"Your friends aren't dead yet. Satisfy my curiosity and I'll fix them up, good as new. I might even give you your hand back, maybe even work with you willingly, if you're very convincing. You owe me a good story after spoiling my afterglow for this shit," Ame adds with a dangerous, deliberately crazed-looking grin.

"This is a clusterfuck alright but it's also pretty bad for you, leaving bodies on the street. Besides, I've fucking told you the whole story- Owowow! We heard there was a ridiculous healer who's also a total slut from some guy in a bar! So we scrounged up nonlethal takedowns. The local fence told us you were with the caravan and we wanted to grab you now not when you're with a lot of caravan guards! Thought you were a soft target. Obviously you're not! We were gonna sell you over in Garth."

"I am one of the caravan guards you idiot. This was about selling me? Money? That's all you wanted a healslut for? I think I'm insulted."

She forces her will into his body, into his blood. She already knows she can do this the one way, so the reverse should be just as easy. His blood should stop having so much oxygen in it. Right now.

He's out cold.

People with torches are on the street now, shouting about the downed thugs. More of them are yelling for guards.

Ame stands up. She has the handle of his knife sticking out of her chest, blood dripping into her fishnet shirt again, the pain like a crust of ice around her thoughts.

She calmly kneels by the first two slavers and starts healing them.

The chanting woman's heart stopped when Ame stabbed it, and will take a bit longer to fix up. The other guy wakes up easily and thrashes around in pain and panic.

The civilians keep their distance from her. One yells, "What the fuck happened here?"

A trio of uniformed guards rounds a corner a couple of blocks away at a run, sounding piercing whistles to get the crowd to part. More of those grey-black uniforms are filtering in around the area too.

"Slavers!" Ame bellows over the ruckus, summing things up in one word.

"They started a fight, I'm healing them so they don't die of it."

There is a lot of fuss and noise and bother. The crowd of civilians fades out, replaced by a crowd of scowls and uniforms. The guards aren't particularly rough, and they thank her for stabilizing the other suspects, but they're very firm about bringing everyone to a jail cell 'to cool off', including her.

...she could probably get away? But then what. Unlike back home, there's... room for her existence, inside the law, which she'd lose.

Fine, she will give them a chance to do their jobs. She goes without protest.

They put her first in an interview room where a sergeant wants to know her name, her business in town, anyone who can vouch for her, and to hear her side of things, and then in a reasonably comfortable individual barred cell. They say she'll probably be let go in the morning if her story checks out. Self-defense is a recognized exception to assault laws unless it's wildly disproportionate.

She can't see into the other cells, but she sees the spellcaster-thug escorted past her a bit later. A male guard sits at a desk at the end of the hall and occasionally walks up and down it, glancing into all the cells and saying nothing.

Her name is Ameron. She still doesn't remember her family name. Her business in town is 'just passing through', though she's been hired as a caravan guard by the merchant Alectai. Her side of things is that she was walking back to her inn where she's staying with her traveling companion when that party of five ambushed her. Two of them got away, and when she questioned the one she caught he claimed that they were slavers looking to abduct her and sell her in Garth. Given how easily he admitted that, maybe he was up to something even worse, who knows. This is his knife, stuck in her chest, do they want it?

Once she's settled in her cell (and all healed up), it takes Ame about five minutes to remember that, hey, she doesn't actually have to sleep on this glorified park bench if she doesn't want to. And if they're going to insist on keeping her in here for the crime of not allowing herself to be abducted and sold into slavery, she... is going to strip naked, quietly summon a fourteen-mana Lube Slime, and flop into it in a manner that displays her lewd body to anyone walking by her cell, and then if any of the guards decide to take advantage of her, she'll just lay there like a sexy lump and not try to please them at all! That'll show them!

Ame snorts to herself at the thought. Mmm, slippery slime massage.

She still doesn't have enough fine control, even with the smaller Lube Slime, to make it fuck her. When she tries, it feels more like the mass of slime inside her vagina is merely slowly inflating and deflating. It's pleasant enough, though. She arranges the Lube Slime to keep her head exposed to air even should her control lapse, and tries to sleep.

The guard double takes and mutters, "What the fuck*." The first time he sees the slime on his once-every-few-minute walkabouts.

"...Ma'am? I'm - sorry but I'm going to have to ask you to unsummon that. We can't have you using active skills that might pose a threat to yourself, other prisoners, or guards."

*"Why is there a dragon in my house?"

Ame, being asleep, doesn't respond.

The guard leaves.

About twenty minutes later, the slime is forcibly dismissed by a sleepy and grumpy-looking woman, flanked by the hallway guard and the sergeant who interviewed her. It takes about ten seconds to dissolve.

Now there is a naked Ame sprawled out asleep on the floor of her cell.

When she wakes up, there is a note on the floor.

We forcibly dismissed your summon. Active summons and active Skills in general are not permitted in the cells, as they may pose a danger to guards, other prisoners, or yourself.

My apologies for not explaining this. It was an oversight and a failure of proper procedure not to ensure the rules were clearly explained and that you understood them.

Sergeant Andrew Saltspite.