"Tally ho!"

It was amazing how quickly it had happened. Daiji's plea for assistance was barely out of his mouth when a girl flew feet first into view as though she had been spring loaded, a bullet in a gun waiting for this moment to be fired. She planted the bottom of her sandals into the side of the still standing delinquents head, sending the boy sprawling onto the cafeteria floor.

She landed with a short "oof" and a few metal clanks. One of them was the long pole that she'd used to launch herself at the delinquent, clattering to the ground just inside her reach, but the other was her helmet. It had fallen off as she vaulted through the air and was left spinning on the floor behind her. 

The fact that she'd been wearing the helmet wasn't the only thing odd about her. She had a cheaply made scrap metal shield strapped to her back, armor on her legs, and a raging fire in her eyes as she hopped up and placed herself between the delinquents and Daiji. All in all she looked like she was halfway to dying gloriously for her country as generic CGI footsoldier #314 in Hollywood's next fantasy epic.

"Hear me, oh dogs of the dark lord Chie." She said, kicking her pole back up into her hands and leveling it at the two. "I know not what vile deeds you had intended for this middle aged man, but on my honor he will not be your only foe. I am Fukano Yume, knight errant. Rise, and name thyselves!"

Yume didn't actually need to know their names. After all, she knew them. She knew every member of Yamamoto Chie's insidious cabal of ne'er do wells, by face and attitude if not name, and had battled many of them at some point or another as they levied their unjust taxes upon the poor of the student body. Though now it looked as though they had graduated to assaulting the elderly! It made her sick, and with the fire of the noontime sun burning in her breast she made ready to crush them.

As soon as they were back to their feet, of course. It wouldn't be proper to attack them as they were now.

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