A Casual Stroll Gone Awry [Open]

Today was one of those precious few days where Yuriko could justify taking a break from her job, after all it was truly a beautiful day. There was a slight breeze, and the sun was shining rays of warmth down upon the world. It was a waste to not enjoy it to the fullest, so the young woman decided a walk was the best way to do so.
She wasn't avoiding trouble, however she didn't plan on finding it either; as always it seemed like trouble naturally was drawn to her for some odd reason. Which also meant it never hurt to be prepared... weapons, and her lightweight armor was tactfully hidden under a layer of normal clothing. After all if someone needed help or if someone had to be killed, being ready for it was preferable.

Truthfully should she be in the bad part of town? No. If she seeking trouble, she should've been elsewhere but Yuri went wherever she wished. It was no surprise to her when a masked individual tried something daring, mistaking her for a civilian. Perhaps the way she walked didn't command respect, or made her seem like she didn't belong in this part of town; maybe it was her feminine and innocent looking face, who knew?

All Yuriko knew was a challenge had presented itself as more masked men and women approached, a small smirk graced her face.

" You all have no idea what you're in for. Can't I just enjoy a nice stroll without there being a problem? Truly troublesome. " She chuckled, shaking her head... how would she solve this one?

Young eyes spotted the incoming trouble, and narrow as their owner prepares to step in....A little bit after Yuriko makes her comments, a voice speaks up. "You know, I never quite get why muggers, or whatever you guys are, always have such large teams. I'd think you all would realize that so many is just a bit overkill,considering you lot tend to be cowards who prey on people who can't fight back anyway." The voice gains a mocking edge for the next comment. "Theeeeen again, you all look dumb enough that you're probably not that great at counting anyway."

They'd probably be looking at whoever it was that was speaking by now. What they'd see is a boy clad in worn down, ragged clothing, messy red bangs peeking out from a hood while a bandana mask, just a tad messily painted with a toothy, chesire style grin, covering his face. Purple eyes survey the group, and six balls of flame the exact shade of color floated a short distance above him. What looked to be a bat or someother sort of club,made out of the same flames, rested casually on his shoulder, a insolent slouch to his general stance.

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