"Hi-yah!"

In a flash, Blaze slams her palms into the thug that had you in a head lock, blue light emanating from her fists as the poor soul flies away, landing less than softly into some trashcans.

She stands back up straight and flicks some hair over her shoulder, before looking back at you and placing her hands on her hips.

"You alright there? You need to be more careful if we're going to stand any chance against those Y twins."

She asks, with a worried, though teasing tone.

"Don't tell me all those years alone made your fighting skills dull, huh?"

Blaze laughs a bit in jest, patting your shoulder reassuringly.

It had been ten years since you two had last seen each other, and Blaze was still as sharp as ever. At least with the insults. She seems just as good at fighting as she was before too, as odd as that was.

"I'm just joking. Mostly. Cmon, let's get a move on, hm?"

She turns on her heel and begins walking down the street with that all too confident strut, the smirk on her face too telling of her excitement at the prospect of beating more goons.