Josephine struggled to push the man away, but even with her strength she was weak against him. The male holding her grinned and leaned in slightly, intent on kissing her. Josephine realized this and turned her head, pushing him back. Before he could do anything though, he was suddenly pulled back. Her eyes opened to a scene that left her equally as paralyzed as before. The nobleman from before had come to her rescue... but how had he found her? It didn't really matter to her, she was out of the disgrace she had been in moments before. Upon being yanked back, the noble stumbled but quickly straightened up. A second too late he caught the intent of the blow aimed at him and a painful crunch could be heard, along with a cry of agony. The two other boys rushed to aid their hurt friend, and ganged up on the male whom had attacked. Before any more blows could be flung, though, Josephine darted in the middle, holding either side back. "Stop! Enough is enough. This is no place for violence." The two males didn't dare attack a female, and soon retreated along with their injured leader. Josephine sighed and glanced back. For a moment she didn't say anything, caught between two sides of her; the stubborn and fearless vigilante, or the polite young woman she was. "Thank you for... helping me. I could have handled them on my own though. They had just caught me off guard for a moment is all."