I Need a Hero
Her words bring an ugly laugh to the laugh of the two men, both sharing a glance before the one closest to her takes another step forward. "Oh, really? I think it's going to be the other way around, little girl." One meaty hand stretches out, grabbing Erin by the collar. The other raises up into the air, clearly intending to strike what would be a powerful blow.

((Blossom at your leisure.))