The three men advanced in a rush, shouting loudly.  Part of Joy wondered that in the logic of the game, how did they know that she and Aika were anything other than shoppers?  ...Well, okay, her outfit did stand out and all, but still!  Not that it mattered, just as her friend said, this was it!  Their attackers all wore the same style clothes; loose tops in black, some with sleeves and some without, baggy black pants and slip on shoes.  Red sashes were around their waists and a few had red scarves or cloth tied on other places on their bodies.<br/><br/>They seemed to slow as they approached, "Wait," one of them shouted, the man in the middle who was holding a board with a nail in it as his weapon, "That foreign woman!  That's Joy Armstrong, the Marble Princess of Muay Thai!"<br/><br/>"Heard of me, huh?"  The blonde grinned as she ran forward, not slowing one bit, "Then you know that you don't have a chance!"  She gathered herself and leaped high into the air as golden and red light burst into being around her and gathered into her fist as she then punched down, the arc of her leap aborting and the shapely woman becoming a living javelin that shot down at the man who'd identified her.  "Falling Meteor Atemi!"<br/><br/>She hit the man in the chest and he cried out as he was blasted into the pavement, the asphalt under him actually cracking, the board clattering to the street as it fell from his limp hands.  Joy swung back up from her move, grinning savagely, "Who's next, boys?"