She couldn't be certain, exactly, what was the source of all that sudden commotion. Someone shouting? There were voices, some of them quite raised. It was only natural to conclude that there was some kind of conflict going on. Perhaps a robbery? Regardless, the redheaded girl couldn't allow whatever it was to continue going on. After all, she was a Sword Saint. Anyone who could call themselves nobility and was so skilled could never allow whatever was occurring to continue... whatever it actually was. Perhaps charging in was an act she would have normally derided as foolish, but in this circumstance, well...

Angelese Winterbloom felt that random ruffians accosting someone were so inherently inferior in skill to herself that they would quite possibly surrender on the spot the moment she defeated one of their number. At her age, her father had made six bandits flee in terror without actually slaying a single one. She was just as much of a Sword Saint as he, so could she not perform the same feat? Besides, it wasn't as if whoever they were attacking could wait at the moment.

Angelese had to set an example. How could she do so if she passed by someone in need?

It wasn't as if she charged in blindly. She drew her rapier, moved swiftly forward and...

As soon as what was going on came into view, she stopped dead in her tracks. Several people in strange clothing, standing in front of some... big... metal... thing.

"... [i]What[/i]," Angelese said, flatly, lowering her rapier as she stared blankly at the oddly-dressed people and the big metal object.