A girl, which you would not know, was staring at the detective. She was nice looking, had a few scars but that made her look cool. Her hair was blonde but her tips were brown. The wind pulled again, this time in her favour, swinging her medium-sized hair around.
The detective was still in his defence position, one foot placed at the back and left at the front, making him show his dominant hand. The other people kept on staring, Mythra was on the dirty trampled floor getting looked down upon but she felt nothing-like in heaven.
Samuel's expression did not change, he kept his main focus on caring for the girl. He heard footsteps on the concrete, they made a pounding sound.
PUT, PUT, PUT!
He turned to see a professional at their job. He started moving and he let go of her hand, but before that he said," thank you." Her voice was soft but unimaginably calm. They took her away quickly, happening during the two fighters in the match, getting ready to strike.