As she positioned herself over the unconscious man below her, she glared at her final attacker and rolled her shoulders back, preparing to engage. Mayumi only paused when she noticed his trousers were wet, and yellow was beginning to stain the snow at his feet. “You’re joking. You’re really pissing yourself?” She thought she’d put on a good show, but she wasn’t actually scary. She was only five feet and one inch tall, for heaven’s sake. Swift and strong she may be, but she never truly compelled fear.
