he had un-holstered his guns as he saw a woman become encircled by a group of rugged looking men. ciel ran towards them in hopes of assisting the girl, but before he could make his heroic debut, the sound of grunts and groans filled the city air, leaving battered and bruised men scattered about on the ground.
the girl was also on the ground, but there was barely even a scratch on her — she was probably just on the ground because of that low swooping kick she did. scratching the back of his head in embarrassment, ciel holsters his plastic guns before approaching the girl cautiously.
❝ it looks like i was too late to help out, but from the way those guys scattered like rats after getting beat up by you, i think you would’ve handled yourself just fine regardless of my being here. ❞ he offered her a hand up. ❝ my name is ciel, madame. your moves were.. impressive, to say the least. where did you learn to fight like that? ❞