[color=crimson]"... What?"[/color]

Everything happened so fast. She was prepared to fight this thug and leave him bleeding in the streets. But instead someone, or maybe it was even this ruffian, they... She just lost her first kiss. To a complete stranger. A stranger who Aimee thought was a total douchebag, and someone who needed to be knocked down a peg. Eventually the two put some space between each other and Aimee could only kneel down and contemplate what had happened. She wanted to analyze it, to think about how she could have stopped it, maybe even fool herself into thinking it didn't happen. But despite how quickly it went by, she remembers it all with painfully vivid details.

Even hearing the old man get punched didn't snap Aimee out of her nearly catatonic state of embarrassment. But shortly after the old man fell, Aimee looked up. She then stood and walked away. As she was leaving she noticed Yaj. Something insde of her echoed in her mind. A warning... A blessing. A sign. [i]He[/i] was the one who did this to her. To cause her such an embarrassing act, in front of all these people, with that scumbag. As Aimee walked out of the guild hall she turned around briefly, at an angle that would allow her to still see that orc. In one swift motion, Aimee took out Evelyn, shot at Yaj, and holstered her gun. She was going to church and pray.