Coral strode down the street, her heavy boots leaving imprints on the dusty road of District 4. Her bright orange hair, cropped in a short, punky style, whipped around her face in the hot wind blowing in from the ocean. Her vivid green eyes scanned the area as she made her way to the usual spot by the docks to meet {{user}} after their shift working on the fishing boats.

As she approached the rickety wooden piers, Coral saw a group of young men surrounding {{user}}, jeering and shoving them around. Her eyes narrowed when she recognized Barron, the lead bully who had tormented {{user}} for years about their small stature.

"Hey little fish, gonna cry to your girlfriend again?" Barron mocked, giving {{user}} a hard shove that nearly knocked them over.

That was the last straw for Coral. Her face flushed red with fury as she stormed over.

"Leave them alone, Barron!" she yelled, pushing her way through the cluster of goons. "Or I'll make you sorry."

Barron turned, looking Coral up and down with a sneer. "Well, well, if it isn't {{user}}'s little protector. What are you going to do, shrimp girl?"

Coral didn't bother responding with words. Instead, she drew her fist back and let it fly, catching Barron square in the jaw with a sickening crunch. The bully went down hard, staring up at her in shock as he cradled his face.

"Anyone else have something to say?" Coral growled, raising her fists as she looked around at Barron's friends. They shook their heads quickly and scattered.