"Wh-who are you!" I demanded, my voice shaking as I held my weapon at the ready. "What do you want!" The man didn't reply, instead holding his head. "I asked you a question!" I yelled, my hands throbbing. When he still didn't reply, I raised my chosen weapon, ready to smack him again when..

"Hey! " I whirled around at the voice behind me, bringing my weapon down. "Woah!" A man's voice cried, and I found my weapon ripped from my already injured hands. I yelled in pain, yanking my hands to my chest and biting my lip, tears threatening to spill from my E/C eyes. "What's goin on in here?" I looked up at the source to see a man standing there, my weapon clutched in his hand, a puzzled and semi-angry look on his face. "Why are you attacking this guy?"

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