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Cassandra stepped forward, her hands glowing with an eerie green light. The three fire-wielding thugs exchanged glances, momentarily caught off guard by her sudden display of power.

'This is unexpected,' Zafron thought, his eyes wide with astonishment. 'She's not just some helpless victim.'

The first thug recovered quickly, hurling a fireball directly at Cassandra's face. With a fluid motion, she raised her hand, a glob of viscous green slime shooting from her palm. The fireball collided with the slime, sizzling for a moment before being completely absorbed.

"What the hell?" the thug exclaimed, taking a step back.

Cassandra's eyes narrowed beneath her veil. "My turn," she said, her voice cold and determined.

She thrust both hands forward, streams of slime erupting from her palms. The goo split into multiple tendrils, each one seeking out a different opponent. The thugs tried to dodge, but the slime moved with uncanny speed and precision.

One tendril wrapped around the first thug's arm, instantly hardening into a restrictive cocoon. Another slammed into the second thug's chest, knocking him off his feet and pinning him to the ground. The third thug managed to evade the initial attack, but found himself cornered against the alley wall.

'This is incredible,' Zafron marveled, watching the scene unfold. 'She's handling them like they're nothing more than unruly children. She's a beast!'

The third thug, desperation clear in his eyes, began to channel his power. Flames engulfed his entire body, the heat so intense that the very air around him began to shimmer.

"Let's see your slime handle this!" he roared, unleashing a torrent of fire that threatened to engulf both Cassandra and Zafron.

Cassandra didn't flinch. With a graceful spin, she created a dome of slime around herself and Zafron. The fire washed over the protective barrier, its roar deafening within the confined space.

Zafron could feel the heat, but to his amazement, the slime held firm. Through the translucent green barrier, he could see the flames dissipating, leaving the thug panting and drained.

As soon as the fire died down, Cassandra went on the offensive. The dome collapsed inward, forming into dozens of slime projectiles that shot towards the exhausted thug. He tried to raise a fire shield, but his depleted energy failed him. The slime missiles peppered his body, each impact leaving a blob of goo that rapidly expanded, encasing him from head to toe.

With all three attackers neutralized, Cassandra turned to check on Zafron. "Are you alright?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.

Before Zafron could respond, a movement caught his eye. The first thug, who had been struggling against his hardened slime restraint, had managed to free one hand. A small, but deadly, fireball formed in his palm which he aimed directly at Cassandra's unprotected back.

'No!' Zafron's mind screamed. Without thinking, he lunged forward, tackling Cassandra to the ground just as the fireball whizzed over their heads.

Cassandra rolled to her feet, her eyes flashing with anger. "Nice try," she growled, flicking her wrist. A wave of slime surged forward, completely engulfing the thug and solidifying into an impenetrable cocoon.

With all three thugs neutralized, Cassandra stood tall between them and Zafron. Zafron on the other hand found himself staring at Cassandra in awe. 'Who is she?' he wondered, his mind reeling from the display of power he had just witnessed.

Cassandra turned to him, her eyes softening behind her veil. "Thank you," she said softly. "That was quick thinking. I should have been more careful."

Zafron nodded, still struggling to find his voice. Finally, he managed to stammer, "That was... incredible. How did you do all that?"

A small smile played at the corners of Cassandra's mouth. "It's a long story," she replied. "But we should probably get out of here before any of their friends show up."

As if on cue, shouts could be heard from the far end of the alley.

Zafron's heart raced, his body tensing to flee. But as he moved to follow Cassandra, his hand instinctively dipped into his pocket. His fingers met empty space where the familiar contours of the orb should have been.

'No,' he thought, panic rising in his chest. 'Where is it?'

His eyes darted frantically around the alley, finally landing on a glint of crystal amid the grime and debris. There, on the ground, lay the shattered remains of the map orb.

"No...no...no..." Zafron muttered. Despite the urgency of their situation, he couldn't help but bend down, his fingers scrabbling to gather the broken pieces. 'Maybe I can fix it,' he thought desperately, even as part of him knew it was hopeless.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp tug on his collar. Cassandra had grabbed him, her strength surprising as she yanked him upright.

"Quit the delay!" she hissed, her eyes flashing with a mixture of concern and impatience. "Unless you want to fight off more thugs, we need to move. Now!"

Without waiting for a response, Cassandra turned on her heels, her grip on Zafron's collar forcing him to stumble after her. He cast one last, longing look at the broken orb, his mind racing with the implications of its loss.

'I was so close to home,' he thought mournfully. 'But without that map...'

The shouts from behind grew louder, jolting Zafron back to the present danger. With a resigned sigh, he picked up his pace to match Cassandra's, leaving behind the fragments of his only guide in this unfamiliar city.

'How did a simple job search turn into this?' he wondered, ducking under a low-hanging sign. 'And how am I going to find my way back without that orb?'

For now, those questions would have to wait. Survival was the priority.

Back in the alley, the three incapacitated thugs struggled futilely against their slimy prisons. The first one, his face barely visible through the hardened goo, managed to turn his head enough to glare at his companions.

"Boss is going to kill us," he growled, his voice muffled by the slime.

The second thug, still pinned to the ground, let out a hysterical laugh. "If we're lucky," he replied, his voice tinged with fear. "After this failure, death might be a mercy."

The third thug, completely encased except for his eyes, could only blink in terrified agreement.

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