Mesuma gasped her purple eyes wincing as the man who had grabbed her touched the end tassel of the shirt she wore.<span style="font-style: italic">"Not you, asshole!" </span>Oh man that voice where had she heard it? Oh yea that dumb ass that kissed her , and called her spicy whatever. His pick up lines most obviously not the brightest. She was able to open one eye to seeing her savior shove the thug violently with his hand, almost causing her laugh. Who would have thought?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Hey...you picked the wrong day. And the wrong sexy chick to mark as your target little man." </span>A small grin crossed her face at the words of the other man being little. There had to be a joke to that...there just had to be. Then she watched him thrust the man away from the alley entrance , and spun to kick him in the chest so that the little man hit the wall harder than she had originally.<span style="font-style: italic">"Get up! I'm not through teaching you manners street style!"</span>There was a thick pause before she watched the enemy lunge at her savior. Dear god how did this new guy learn to fight?<br/><br/>What happened next was hard to put into logical words, a whole bunch of grunts, and fists swinging. Till the enemy was nearly unconscious all the while she couldn't help but smile. Who knew fighting could be so exilerating?<span style="font-style: italic">"And that...is manners taught American Street style. Two bit wanna be bad ass." </span><br/><br/>With our further speaking he lifted her up damsel in distress  style. Say what?<span style="font-style: italic">"Hey...sorry about before. Well not about kissing you. For after the kiss. Just wanted to see if you were as fiesty and firey as you seemed."</span>There was a small groan that came from him, kinda sexy but kinda funny.<br/><br/>" You wanted fieisty , dear god where did you learn that food pick up line, any other guy I would of chased down , yelled at them, and stomped off, but hey, you know , just surprised I'm compared to stupid ass food!!!!" Her feet wiggled trying to get herself at least remotely free but that did not seem to be on the agenda . Her escaping that is.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"That is the first time I've EVER apologized to anyone." At</span>last her savior set her down , which calmed her very actively struggling  back may be injured but that doesn't mean immediate help was meant to be called. Plus her adopted mom rarely  about her whereabouts as long as she was fine. It wasn't that the women didn't care, it was just that there were a lot of things that had to be tended to.<span style="font-style: italic">"Hey. You okay? Name's Jayo. What is yours?" </span><br/><br/>" Heh, apology accepted." Her hand twirled a lock of her long blonde hair that was a little frazzled nut none the less still in long pig tails. " Mesuma Kiov is the name , former princess from a place rather not to mention, oh and now a aristocrat of this new kingdom. I am also a elf, so don't test my pretty little blonde head too much, as the saying goes magic isn't to be messed with." Her feet carried her just a little past him so that she could grab a small furry kitten that was in a box. She left three shillings ( money) for the box. Her hands pet the cat.<br/><br/>Before long she the sky was getting dark , and now would be the time her adopted father went on a normal freak out looking for her but she was able to usual avoid him. The cat purred in her hands. " So I understand your new to this place? Well , set aside traditional ideals , and let yourself see what you didn't notice before. Its the first obstacle most new comers need to pass. What once was , will never be ." She twisted to poke his chest gently.