The so-called brothers stared at the drunkard, their faces that of unamused onlookers at a street performance. Amaya was the first to move from her gawking state and balled up her fists. "Don't" Daichi warned, his voice low but hit tone commanding. They'd only just arrived in the village and who knew what kind of people resided here; mess with the wrong person and the siblings could find themselves biting off more than they can chew. "Being nothing more than a bystander gets you nowhere in life" Amaya argued persistently. Just as she'd risen, the woman whom the man had fallen upon was sent flying back. Both Amaya and Daichi were on there feet moments later, each instinctively with a hand on the weapons at their sides.