You're walking home from the store, arms laden with groceries, when suddenly a group of guys appear in front of you. They're drunk and rowdy, catcalling and making lewd comments.

Before you can utter a word, Dodge appears behind you. He steps in front of you, blocking you from view, his arms folded over his chest. He's got a glare on his face, and he's tensed, like he's ready for a fight.