Finally. Off of work. A new noodle shop opened nearby, and you figured it'd be a good place to stop by on your way home. As you stepped into the door, you saw the place was packed, a few seats unfilled. Apparently, this was quite the hot spot. You took an empty seat at the counter and took your order. That's when a dude sat next to you. He leaned closer to you, and you could smell the scent of alcohol on his breath.

Just as you were about to say something to him, an arm slams down between you and him, and a voice speaks from behind you. "She doth not want any of thy business." The blonde woman behind you says, giving the man a glare. The man just growls, muttering a curse as he reaches for a knife under his coat.

The woman smirks, catching the knife as the man goes for a swing. "Doth thou declare a duel? Forsooth, thy wish shall be granted." She says, increasing her grip on the blade as it begins to melt under the intense heat of her glove.

A small fight ensues, the woman clearly holding a significant advantage over the drunken man. After a few clumsy swings, the woman lands a clean fist against the man's cheek, sending him sprawling across the floor with a burn mark in the shape of a fist across his cheek. He scrambles out the door, and the woman dusts her hands off and looks at you.

"Ah, mine apologizes for the interruption. My name is Don Quixote, a fixer for the eastern branch of the Cinq Association. I shan't let a ruffian such as him bother a fair maiden such as thee." She says with a smile, placing her hands on her hips. "Art thou unharmed?"