Lys had been sitting on the rooftop of a building for a while now. She found it far more peaceful than in the dwelling her father was sharing with all of the people, who were brought into a new world just as they were. She couldn’t complain, they were all very nice to her, and it was finally good to be with her Pater again, but sometime it felt a little like the time she had been forced to sleep with the pigs and they had almost squashed her to death. Sighing she stood up, looking over the ledge into an alley when she noticed a man there, he was looking around as if he’d lost his direction, when suddenly four men snuck up on him, but not for long as he seemed to know they were there before they’d even gotten close enough to do much. He seemed to be doing fine, knocking one of the men down and out, until one came up and cracked him over the back of the head with something. He stumbled, landing on one knee and she figured she couldn’t let this man go and get hurt or even worse killed. What would her Pater do? Without even giving a second thought she jumped off the side of the roof, landing on one of the men, instantly knocking him out. Lunging for the one who had hit the man she grabbed him by the front of his shirt. Pulling him in she headbutted him as hard as she could, which sent him reeling backwards. The other one came toward her and she blocked his hit, coming back with one of her own square on his jaw. Lys leaned in and punched him the stomach, when he leaned over she kneed him there as well before landing a solid punch to his temple knocking him to the ground. The last guy didn’t require much work she grabbed him by the back of his shirt and rammed him into the wall. before turning around and seeing the man she had helped who was now back to his feet, shaking his head vigorously. “Sir, are you okay? The other men won’t be a problem but do you need help to somewhere or someone who can be called?” She pulled the square out of her pocket, one that they had told her could be used for communication. She turned on at least one of the functions she knew how to use, and it illuminated them both in the darkness of the back alley. She recognized the man from the bar the other night but still she was concerned. “You’re the man from the bar, you left with that man who is your friend. Is... are you alright?”