Arren
I grew up with this saying: "Sometimes, things can only get worse." Well, they were definitely getting worse. Getting an eyeful of some girl's underwear is never - and I mean NEVER - the best way to introduce yourself, and finding my face in direct contact with those undies...Ok, that wasn't THAT bad. I mean, it was kinda nice in some weird twisted perverse awkward kind of way but only for a moment. One, brief, bittersweet moment. And then I remembered where I was.

I reached up to help the girl off of my face but my hands barely made it off of the ground before I was dragged by my ankle into the light. The daylight was blinding. All of my senses merge and slipped out of sync, and then there was the pain. It came from my gut, a sudden burts of agony, like taking a blow from a rock. I didn't have time to figure out what had happened. Instinct overtook me and I rolled away and into a crouch before a second blow could come.

I held up my hand to my attacker, trying to stall. My other hand was already on the hilt of my sword and I forced it to keep the blade sheathed. I was panting, the air refusing to stick in my lungs. "S...sorry..."

I felt the oncoming fist before I saw it and pushed back onto my feet just out of reach of the swing. "H-hey...I'm not looking to fight here..."

But this guy - whoever he was - he wasn't about to listen to my breathless apologies. I figured it was the girl. Had to be. No guy gets this angry unless there's a girl involved. So it had been his girl who's privates I'd been getting cosy with - unintentionally. Great...of all the possibilities.

Alright fine. If this is how it has to be. I pulled the sword from its sheath and braced. I wasn't about to attack him but I wasn't about to get the life beaten out of me either. I didn't want to fight him but if this guy wasn't going to give me a choice...well...a fight it was then.