["Butt out, we're having a talk with the kid," the leader-type says, moving to put his hand on Laura's shoulder from where he's standing behind her. At this, Laura turns sharply, grabbing his wrist and twisting it roughly, eliciting a surprised and undignified yelp before she throws him over her shoulder and onto his back. It's a particularly surprising gesture for the others in the group, who just sort of stand there and stare at the hissing, writhing figure on the floor that says urgently (and with growing panic): "What're you doing?! Beat their asses!"
So, you know. That situation escalates slightly. Look out for some of the unruly teenagers trying to come at you, bro; Laura will busy herself by launching at the other one that tries to pry her off the head honcho, preferably something like so:
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So, you know. That situation escalates slightly. Look out for some of the unruly teenagers trying to come at you, bro; Laura will busy herself by launching at the other one that tries to pry her off the head honcho, preferably something like so:
And no stabbing. See, she can be good.
... Sometimes.]