Alye looked around and tried losing herself in the people around her. She sensed several magic powers around her. Some were rather strong while others were a bit weaker and unrefined. It was odd being around so many mages after... Alye clenched her fist. No, I can't think about that... The white-haired woman happened upon a open air bar. It was too early in the day for alcohol but the food wafting from the kitchen did smell rather good. Alye decided to stop and grab a bit on the way.
No sooner than Alye sit down and begin eating a wonderful sandwich that should drastically improve when a group of about ten mages with rather weak magic walked into the shop. Alye raised an eyebrow at the bartender when he paled a bit. It seemed that these men were trouble... The woman disregarded them though. She was too busy with her food and she didn't really trust herself in a situation like this. She was too volatile. Alye was just about to take a bit of her food when it was smacked right out of her hands. It didn't even register for a moment. Her hand just hung there in the air in front of her mouth before she saw her food on the floor. Her eyes met one of the men that walked in. He stood over her, sneering. "Any food you pay for here, you pay for us!" Alye's hair fell over her eyes as she clenched her fist again.
"Don't lose control, don't lose control......"
The men began walking around the bar and knocking everyone else's food over and starting fights. There were only ten of the thugs. There had to be someone else here that would fight back...