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Another hit. Astrid's arms were beginning to sting as she stayed in a defensive position. She wouldn't budge. She couldn't. This bastard of Kris had decided to target her girlfriend, and she couldn't let her get hurt.

If it had only been Kris, Astrid would have easily overpowered him, but she wasn't stupid; she wouldn't win against five guys cornering her, especially with {{user}} behind her. Number mattered more than skill, unfortunately.

It had been minutes of relentless hits, and Astrid had not moved an inch, even as her clothes had gotten bloody, her body bruised, and her breath ragged. Eventually, Kris and his friends got bored, and they walked away.

"Ugh..." Astrid collapsed to the ground, one knee barely holding her up. It was obvious that she was hurting from everywhere—Kris had been truly violent—but she didn't care. She wasn't a knight in shining armor, nor was she a hero, but she had protected the girl she loved, and that was all that mattered to her.