C222 Wise Fighting

There were not so many people in the alleyway. A man wearing a cap was huddled in the shadows. The weather wasn't particularly cold, but she was still curled up in a crouch, as if the north wind was blowing and she was curled up with her arms folded in the cold winter air.

There was no wind, but his hair was flying wildly, as if in a dance of its own.

"Oh, really