A Fight in Self-Defense

One moment, Elwür was confronting the Yakuza non-violently. The next moment, he drew one of his knives in self-defense as he blocked a katana to his face.

"Who the fuck you think you are, standing in the way of the Kojuro Family!?" One of the gruffer Yakuza shouted, "Come on, boys!"

The office workers watched in shock as the Yakuza quickly surrounded him, the security guards working to stay well away from the conflict scene while ushering them and other passersby inside the building.

What unfolded next was a scene that belonged in a fantasy movie.

Elwür danced around every attack aimed at his person, seamlessly weaving around the angry mob with deft and concise movements that wasted no energy. A baseball bat swung overhead towards his skull, he shifted a few degrees, and the bat missed his head, and he punched hard the offender who flew back a few metres; the earlier attacker with the katana rushed in like an angry bull, and in response he swung his knife, cutting the katana in half, before kicking him in the solar plexus.

He was a monster that could not be stopped, a **** of nature no man could oppose. As the fight dragged on, more and more Yakuza were incapacitated and unable to fight, and broken halves of weapons littered the ground. No blood was spilled, for Elwür decided against shocking the locals, but was nevertheless exceptionally heavy-handed with his strikes, bruising the Yakuza so badly they could no longer get up to fight.

Distant rumbling drew closer, and Elwür saw at least two more trucks speed towards his destination.

Against his better judgement, one of the security guards rushed out the door towards Elwür even as his colleagues ushered the office workers further inside the building.

"Get out of here, boy! They're coming!"

The guard was an old and kindly man, his face severely wrinkled and weathered, many memories both joyful and sorrowful written upon his brow. His figure was portly and his posture slightly hunched over, but he retained a spring in his step as he rushed towards this unknown man.

Elwür remained eerily calm as he swiftly drew his bow, nocking two arrows on the bowstring as he took aim.

He released, and the two arrows found their mark, puncturing the front tyres of both trucks as they skidded and tumbled to their sides and crashed, the engine crumpled like paper. Injured Yakuza stumbled out of the crash site like drunk men, no longer possessing the energy and will to fight.

Audible gasps and murmurs of shock rippled through the office workers and security guards as they beheld the calm and unflinching form of their saviour, dignified and elegant and graceful.

Yutsuko watched Elwür with new eyes, dazzled by his daring courage and composure. She swallowed nervously, and a warm feeling blossomed in her heart.

Soon police officers arrived at the scene and went to cordon off the area, and a whole caravan arrived to detain all the Yakuza, an entire squad cautiously surrounding Elwür. Facing him was a single policewoman at the cusp of adulthood, long orange hair flowing down her shoulders and staring at him with inquisitive light blue eyes. Dressed in a pressed and meticulously cleaned suit, she radiated professionalism and elegance and carried herself with a no-nonsense demeanour."

"Sir, I am Detective Otake Miyoko, and we need you to come with us to the station, please," Said the detective, "We have many questions we need you to answer, pertaining to this case of ****."

Elwür merely grunted and surrendered his weapons to the officers, before boarding Detective Miyoko's car.

Yutsuko could only hope he did not land in any trouble.