I heard the stories, but never imagined it was this way. Solfege's blood was boiling.
"I'm sorry, but I can't let this slide," she muttered, and did not bother to wait for a reply from the others.
Solfege stepped forward and massaged her legs. It's been quite some time since I last used these instead of my chakrams. The little Reyvateil made a quick one-two skip up to the hooligans, and before they could register her short height, Solfege made a quick body turn - a reverse turning kick, connecting rather painfully with one of the boy's abs.
"Class is in session," she declared. "...and today's "lesson" is about PAIN!"