[ Ayame has been in a great overall mood since the Christmas party. This is the first time she's felt happy and free in a long time. Probably even her entire life. The illusion of peace and a normal life has her consumed. Not out of ignorance, but rather she really wants to believe it all to be real. However, today seemed to serve as a reminder that she is not just a simple tailor. That she has talents in more than just making clothes. On the way to Fayren's fish market dressed in her most recent creation, Ayame got involved in a local dispute with a teenage boy beaten black and blue by an armed man and his similarly suited friends. Standing in between the boy and the more than a dozen thugs is Ayame, with her hand casually blocking the leader's fist.

With a simple push, she was able to make the rugged man stumble a few feet, while she turns to help the boy back up. Pride on the line, the man wouldn't stand to some foreigner undermining his authority over this street like that. A click of a sword being released from its scabbard alerted Ayame, causing her to groan. All she wanted is to get some wine and fresh fish for dinner. But stubborn bullies like this deserve a little lesson in manners. With a well-trained swing of his sword, Ayame blocks it with her umbrella without even looking. Standing back up, she slides the umbrella on the edge of the blade closer to the hilt, once again pushing the man back a few meters to collide with his friends. That was it. That was the last straw for these thugs. With their pride wounded, they begin to rush towards Ayame with swords and daggers. They have some training from the looks of it, and these merchants stand no chance against these bullies even if they want to. So Ayame's strategy was to make them attack each other, and humiliate them in the process.

She dodges and makes some elegant steps in between her opponents, strategically picking spots where they will be at a disadvantage. She flips the blades by their crossguards mid-swing while she essentially waltzes around and in between them, so that the flats of their weapons would be the ones knocking their own friends out cold. The dagger wielders were trickier to deal with, so Ayame uses the hook of her umbrella to manipulate their elbows and wrist, getting them to drop the weapons in their hands. Any incoming strikes from disarmed opponents, she uses another as a human shield. She even replicated a ballroom spin on one of them so they backhand slap one of their friends. Persistent, the group kept charging in twos and threes with the intent to grab hold of Ayame. But she kept flowing around them, moving in circles before they could even get close enough to grapple her effectively. Ayame repeated this until the group starts breaking off few by few, leaving their weapons and knocked out comrades on the ground.

With that over with, Ayame nods, turning around to see the townguards lined up and scowling at her, swords and shields at the ready should she resist. With a sigh, Ayame kindly puts her damaged umbrella on the ground and raises her hands in surrender ]

Gentlemen. If it's jail that's waiting for me, so be it. I'm willing to pay fines for any damage and distress. But please, take care of the boy. He's in need of medical attention.

[ Ayame's eyes scanned the numerous eyewitnesses, who all just stood there silent. Part of her is hoping someone would come forward to tell the truth, and reduce her sentence and fine that way, but she still did get herself involved. That's gonna have some consequences whether it was in defense of someone else. ]

[ Now that deal with Fayren is behind her, Ayame can go back to her place and have herself a nice dinner. But of course, this day just wants to keep throwing curve balls her way. Walking down the sidewalk, Ayame spots a delivery truck that got stuck on a ditch. Genessia is snowing today, so the driver who is frantically standing by the side of his vehicle and having an argument with the towing service via phone. Ayame stops and stares for a while, conflicted on whether to bother or not. But since this is a small matter, she feels more compelled to actually do something. Sucking her teeth and releasing a sigh, Ayame crosses the road and simply walks towards the truck while the man kept having a verbal dispute on the phone.

One hand on the truck's under-ride bumper, Ayame lifts the rear of the vehicle with no effort, taking a few steps back to free the truck's front wheels off of the ditch like she's just moving a kid's riding toy. A gentle thud afterwards, Ayame leaves with a smile and wave to the awestruck driver, who drops his phone and jaw as he watches Ayame begin to leave. But not without a few words from her ]

I suggest changing your tires to something more appropriate for winter. Please take care. Good night.

[ She bows politely, crossing the street and back to the sidewalk she was on. Once she feels eyes on her, she just returns their looks with a calm glance of her own ]