Lorenzo
Maybe it was out of boredom, but he felt like checking up on an old friend. Luckily for him, she wasn't hard to find at all, stuck out like a sore thumb, and happened to be making a nice ruckus.
Oh me oh my, girls sure know how to throw punches these days. He snickered to himself, perched on a rooftop like a bird and looking down at the fight below. Her strength was formidable, and even with hat strength she found the room to be kind. It was enviable, really.
Well, he was a warrior too, and had his own code of honor to follow. Until this was done, he wouldn't interfere. Watching a pretty girl use her body so expertly was just fine for an old bastard like him.