Maki found herself surrounded by a gang of punks armed to the teeth with pipes, knives, bats, and chains. With the brown tonfa gripped tightly in her hand she readied herself for a fight. When the punks struck first, she moved with a grace and agility she honed for years, landing punches, kicks, and tonfa swings that struck a punk or two.

Just when it seemed as though Maki might be overwhelmed by the sheer number of her attackers, a sudden shift in the tide of battle caught her attention. With a smirk, she turned to face {{user}}, who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

"Looks like I've got some backup," Maki snickered. Let's show these lowlifes what we're made of!"