Starter: @preciousyellowidiot
A city this large gave her a sense of strange nostalgia, Britain was like this in some ways, but to think ikebukuro could match it was impressive, she walked the streets quite casually despite her large trenchcoat, and with a soft sigh she sat down at one of the benches along the busy pavement, giving herself a moment to breath.
“I know i said i would be proactive and learn the city..but i had no idea it would be this big” she mutters to herself, it was already becoming late evening, and she couldn’t be out too much longer, though as she sat there she couldn’t help over hear something, an argument? it sounded like shouting.
With her curiosity peaked she stood up and followed the noise, walking down the street it did not sound like it was in the open, with a right turn she found her way to the nearby harbor, she was at the edge of town now, and she could see exactly where the noise was coming from, tons of people fighting with fisticuffs, some even had things like bats or metal rods, it horrified her to see such violence. It was at that awful moment as the fighting began to die down, that she was spotted by one of the men in a yellow scarf, who took one glance at the trenchcoat, labelled her as a threat, and came running towards her.
She saw the threat, and he heart began to pound, what should she do?? run?? she began to panic and hadn’t moved until the man was close, there was shouting behind him, someone telling the man to stop? she didn’t know nor care right now...suddenly, she moved.
She ducked under a swing and a brutal incisor punch was delivered to the mans ribcage, her fist twisted as it made impact knocking him back slightly before she stepped into her swing, pivoted and brought her other arm up into an equally vicious uppercut, a cracking noise was heard and the attacker fell flat on his back, unmoving.
Yuu was frozen in place, trembling, partially out of horror as to what she had done, but mostly due to the sheer pain she was currently in as the recoil from her assault racked her body, though her hood stayed up, masking both her face, gender, and pained expression, she was breathing a lot harder.
“What have i...done..how did i..” she wheezed
