[center][color=a187be][h1]Yayama Yama[/h1][/color]
Location: Esaka's Low Tier
Status: Curious, concerned for entirely different reasons
LV: 5, EXP: 4/50
Word Count: 619[/center]

Yayama watched the duo's battle with interest. Nadia was a much more dangerous opponent than she'd let on, as Yayama had surmised already. Whatever manner of being she was, she clearly knew what she was doing with her abilities. The dark knight had to admit that she'd likely have a difficult time keeping up with the sheer speed of the self-dismembering catgirl, especially combined with her apparent talent for misdirection. Strategies ran through her head as Asher took blow after blow, Yayama thinking about what she would do in the same situation. Other than, of course, not assuming that her opponent was as harmless as she'd made herself out to be. Asher was a decent stand-in for her own capabilities, so watching where she fumbled would help Yayama avoid doing the same - as she suspected this wasn't going to be the last time she saw Nadia. 

Her impromptu analysis was interrupted, however, by something she was unfortunately very familiar with. Namely, someone nearby possessed of great power going through some kind of emotional crisis. From personal experience, she knew that these often tended to. . . leak, for lack of a better term, in sometimes spectacular fashion. The emotions that suddenly crashed over her in waves were the main warning she got before being unceremoniously hurled away by the aforementioned leak. After she rolled to a halt, she grumbled something about "keeping Arm's Length" under her breath as she stood up. She reflexively held her greatsword before her in a block as the dome abruptly burst into a sky-piercing pillar of light, though the lack of ensuing impact told her that she hadn't had much to concern herself with in that regard.

The former Flame Captain shouldered her way through the increasingly irate crowd now surrounding the group, which had refused to disperse despite the threat of being tossed about by some aetherial explosion. [i]Civilians never know when to give anyone space, do they? And they only ever run in directions you don't want them to.[/i] Technically speaking, she herself was a civilian now, but Yayama Yama wasn't exactly your average merchant. Ignoring any protests, she forced her way toward the front of the crowd. It might not be her place to interfere, but she'd made a career and a name for herself in the business of sticking her nose where it didn't belong, and for the most part it'd worked out in the end. 

Yayama stepped to a point halfway between the four people down in the crater and the crowd, then spun around to face the latter. "Calm down already. Look, the big guy's clearly down for the count after that, unless that looks like prime fighting shape to you," she said, gesturing toward Terry's tear-stained face. "No offense," she added, glancing over her shoulder briefly at the four strangers. "If the fight stopped, that means someone lost, and it's clearly not the wolf or her friend. Right?" Yayama hoped she wasn't pushing her luck too far with the crowd. She knew Nadia had tried to turn them against her earlier, and wasn't sure how they would respond to another provocation. "The owner wants us all out, too, so you're pressing your luck with her." The Lalafell jerked her head toward Madam Bo.

She also hoped this group wouldn't find her sudden defense of them to be too suspicious. Truthfully, she didn't have a strong reason to do so. It mostly put her at risk of embittering Esaka's underground toward her for little tangible benefit, other than perhaps the gratitude of four strangers. Her intuition was telling her to pay attention to these people if she wanted to move forward, though, and said intuition was almost never wrong.

Almost.