"Ah! You little bitch, let me go!"
The man pinned under Flora Bloom's foot had a face twisted in pain, but he still spouted a stream of curses.
"If you dare kill me here, you'll be arrested and executed on the spot!"
A slight smile touched Flora Bloom's lips. Her delicate, fair face seemed to glow in the encroaching twilight, leaving the crowd around her momentarily stunned.
"Executed on the spot?" she mused, increasing the pressure of her foot. The man was left with nothing but agonizing howls.
"Move aside, move aside! Who's brawling here? Watch it, or I'll have you all arrested."
Suddenly, the crowd parted, creating a path. A fully armed soldier in uniform strode in from the perimeter, leading three others.
He saw a very young girl pinning a severely injured man with her foot. The murderous look on her face was completely at odds with her age.
"What's going on here?"
The lead soldier frowned at the scene, his gaze landing grimly on Flora Bloom.
