Edelgard
Edelgard had to say, while she'd been trying to keep it out of her mind, the look of this metropolis was still a confusing and bothersome thing to her. Clothes were unusual, expectations were strange, and the looks were sometimes weird. Not just because she was carrying two polearms without any support, she could understand why that part was weird. And inconvenient.
Penniless, she looked for another way to solve it. Lately Edelgard had been shameful, but she wasn't gonna keep that up now. It was one thing to steal from bandits, but civilians, for a trivial thing like this, no. Maybe she could find a tolerable replacement.
The neighborhood seemingly wasn't the brightest, or the most well-frequented, but it wasn't crodwed by thugs, surprisingly, considering the people of the underground establishment. Even leaving the shadowed alley, one could see a few lit-up shops and stores down the walkway. But something called for attention just outside.
What the magical girl leaving the den of battle mania and vileness witnessed, just a ways down where the main entrance of the dilapidated building faced the dull streets, was a contention between two people. One was a girl with poorly concealing clothes that could only to some degree pass for armor, carrying two large spears in her hands. But the other, the other was an over-muscled, overly tall figure with spiked boots and gloves, with a gothic mask and a black bodysuit that made him look like a bondage and metal reject, wearing a truly superfluous amount of belts. Belts all over his arms, his legs, and around his torso.
These belts indeed looked like the source of a disagreement between them, with the girl exchanging brief demands of him that went unheard for increasing outrage over the desire to defile his most hallow and grim style, or something like that. It didn't last long, because a kick to the chin left the man hovering in the air for a second, before crashing to the earth unconscious, to a collective wince from onlookers. The girl simply stripped his body of a number of the belts uselessly adorning it.
As she fumbled with the things, she walked down the street, and her light violet eyes met the long-suffering magical girl.
In an instant, the Edelfelt and her trusty wand found themselves faced down by the unknown young woman. She raised an arm to point down the way they had came. "You. Were there strong people?"
