One thud. Then a second, and a third.
A certain tension in the air, then all hell broke loose.
Soma could hear the sounds of a fight brewing in the park, and her Hunter instincts kicked in. Immediately, she closed her eyes, concentrating on manifesting one of the few Techniques she knew- Shift. Her arms and legs tensed involuntarily, and a barely perceptible red aura surrounded her as the Technique strengthened her. She then dashed towards the source of the commotion, her sword pulled free from its sheath.
The thugs wailing on the guy in white had baseball bats, iron pipes, wooden practice swords- hardly lethal, compared to Soma's steel blade. "Hey!" she called out to them. "Get the hell out of here, you no-good punks!"