[Generic Street - Residential District]

Nephea was rather glad that she had decided to watch. Random monster battles were the most common form of street theater in the Nexus.

Usually, though, street theater didn't involve flaming whipped cream everywhere. Flaming other things, yes. But usually not burning dairy product. The catamander ducked as a glob of it sailed just over her head. Comically, it passed between her ears and horns as if it they were goal posts.

Peaking back up from her hiding spot to see if the fight was over, the thief would probably stick around for a moment or three more just in case more things decided to fly her way.

If not, then she would probably go back to her regularly scheduled... Well, she didn't have anything scheduled in particular but she could likely find something to pencil in.