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Interaction with Lia (towards the bottom)
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Of course as multiple thefts have already attested, alot of people tend to attract alot of problems.

Showing off a birthmark on his neck.  [color=brown]"C'mon baby.  This is my mark.  We're destined for eachother."[/color]  It was a gaggle of four guys, all of them wearing leather and chain over tunics and equipped with swords and knives.  Though still sheathed their intentions were made clear when one of the first guy's lackeys coped a feel on one of the three girls they were staring down.  An elf in a rather fluffy dress stood her ground while her friends whom were not quite so brave were shaking behind her.  

The elf, Valara happened to be a pretty capable shield maiden, and in any other instance she'd wipe the floor with these guys.  But she only had a knife on her ankle, her mistake for letting her friends dress her up for the festival.  She stood with her arm crossed and head up.  It was four against one... not good odds. 
 [color=red]"Funny, your mark looks like you stabbed yourself with a branding iron."[/color]  Said the confident warrior.  [color=red]"That's pathetically desperate."[/color]

The thug was undeterred.  [color=brown]"Still doesn't mean we can't be friends.  Enjoy the festival."[/color]
[color=tan]"Find a lil love and all that."[/color]
One of the other thug comes forward and tries to grab one of the fearful girls behind Valara, she screams.  [color=tan]"Im feeling something kinda special about this one."[/color] Valara gives the thug a knocked out tooth for his grabby hands.  He of course responds with force.  Drawing his sword and cursing at her.
The leader just crosses his arms.  [color=brown]"If you want rough, we can do-"[/color]

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[color=gold]"It's good to see you again Valara."[/color]  Came a might voice from behind the group of thugs.  Kyros had stood there, his chest out, his eyes aflame and his hair whipping as if in some kind of wind... but if anything its him doing it, blasting out puffs of heated air as he got pumped, his fire elements made manifest.

Valara immediately recognized her friend from the Battle of Astanore.  The man hadn't changed a bit, and still without a shirt.  [color=red]"Hey there golden boy."[/color]  The thugs all looked at him, not exactly keen to take on something that big.

[color=gold]"These guys troubling you?"[/color]  He cracked his knuckles.

[color=red]"A little."[/color]  She smirked.  The tables had turned very quickly, and she could use this distraction to reach her knife.  

[color=gold]"Three and one?"[/color]  [color=red]"As long as I get the three."[/color]  [color=gold]"Half."[/color]  [color=red]"Half."[/color]  They reached an agreement.

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Valara had gotten two of her harrassers on the ground and was beating the living hell out of one of them, the other's face looking like a swollen tuber.  She was now on the leader, each hit, promising another bruise as she held him up by the collar.

Kyros in the meantime was dragging away the other two assailants.  Their weapons broke again his semi magical techniques and a few other moves bit them in a painful daze.  [color=gold]"Looks like these gents need to cool off.  Catch you later Valara."[/color]

[color=red]"Next rounds on me.  See ya."[/color]  She then gave her victim another good punch.

Kyros was heading towards the docks nearby with his two thugs, no doubt attracting some onlookers who were very puzzled by what just conspired.  The whole time.  [color=gold]"Let this be a lesson to you about respect.  Women are delicate flowers, and should be treated as such."[/color]
[color=red]"You look at me when I'm hitting you, you filthy pig!"[/color]
[color=gold]"After all, this is a festival celebrating the sanctity of romance and partnership.  We are nothing if we live for ourselves, but we all find happiness in the sacrifice of ourselves for others.  That is how we become heroes."[/color]  They just groaned in response, and minor pleas to let them go as Kyros reached the edge of the walkways, near a bridge that reached towards the piers, the cerulean blue water shimmering beneath them.  [color=gold]"Know that I do this to hopefully have that lesson sink in.  You'll be better people for it.  Good luck on your new journey my friends!"[/color]  With a great yell, Kyros then hurled the men into the water, clearing the walkway and landing them safely in the deeper water.  A second or two later, they both rose to the surface, most assuredly humbled.  Kyros laughed, proud of a job well done.

But peaking over the edge- he was rather shocked to see a woman, her face down on the marble pathway [@Hero].  From this vantage point, she looked as if she fainted.  She was wet, maybe she fell overboard and swam back.  Maybe she's clinging to life this very moment.  No time to waste.  [color=gold]"By the gods!"[/color]  He announced before bounding over the railing and into the water beside her, no doubt splashing her with more water.  He was very quick however to climb up onto the walkway, the water quickly steaming off of his hotter then normal skin, and he knelt at her head.  Thankfully at this point she seemed to have recovered.

While she looked at the ground, a hand would come into view.  A hand to assist.  [color=gold]Mame?  Mame?  Are you okay?"[/color] Kyros would be silhouetted by the sun when he offered to help her to her feet.  A look of concern, even with his eyes flaming as they were.