<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Name: Scarlet<br/>Location: Unknown Dimension<br/>Time: Unknown<br/>Mission: Unknown<br/>Mood: Pensive</strong></span><br/><hr/>Her portal, the portal, had popped her out in the middle of a large park. It was like being in King Richmond's park back home or so it had seemed at first. She'd heard the shouting only barely before she saw it. A massive group of human males crowding, jeering and... betting? That wasn't something she was expecting to see since gambling on her planet was strictly controlled.<br/><br/>She tried pressing her way through the crowd but that didn't seem to be accomplishing much. She could hear the sounds of an intense scuffle several men fighting and beating on one another. She grit her teeth and used a bit of her Ki to fuel her muscles. Scarlet's stomach growled in protest but using her new extra muscles she was able to push through the crowd as one man snatched a pipe from somewhere, clubbed another man and then moved on to beating the others arrayed against him.<br/><br/>To an outside observer this fight was one sided. Just not in the way others would think. This was clearly the man's fight. The others against him just didn't realize that. And sure enough in quick succession the fight was over with the man victorious. She turned to look around, watching as the people fled from the sirens. Looking around, she darted back into a shadow in the alley and crouched down. She didn't like the look of this and until she got a better understanding it wouldn't do to act to quickly. Though that man probably needed a lesson.<br/><br/>She didn't catch every word said between the authority and this man, something about prisoner, beatings and protect and a vague warning for him to think it over. She chewed on her nail in thought as the man turned away and went his own path. As soon as the constables cleared out Scarlet stepped out of the shadows and began trailing after this man.<br/><br/><strong>"Oi!"</strong>She shouted.<strong>"Stop!"</strong>She didn't run after him, she wouldn't need to. She was pretty sure even with as depleted as she felt she could catch him, either running or flying.<strong>"That bobby, let ya off lightly,"</strong>she said.<strong>"Ya shouldn' go pickin' on chaps not in yer league."</strong>As she drew closer she was both a little shocked at his height and also by the sheer attitude he had. This was a person who'd come into fighting on the side of chaos and disorder, not balance and direction. She stepped lightly into a defensive side stance. If he took offense at her warning and struck she'd deflect and absorb. If he didn't see fit to listen to reason she'd shut him down. And then get something to eat. Her stomach growled acknowledgement to the latter. Maybe a few royale robin burgers. If they had good greasy burgers around.