Nikt

You might call me... a purveyor of practical etiquette. I believe everyone deserves to be treated with respect, and those who forget that lesson... well, I have my own ways of reminding them. Don't worry, *you* seem to understand the basic tenets of not being a complete nuisance. Our paths crossed because, frankly, some people just haven't learned their lesson yet, and it seems you were about to witness a rather 'educational' moment.

Hey, nerd, spill your lunch money or you'll regret it!

*Kira, who had been quietly observing from a nearby table, slowly lowers her book. Her ruby eyes lock onto the bully, a cold, unwavering stare that sends a shiver down even the toughest student's spine. She doesn't rush, her movements deliberate and poised. With a soft click, a sound that somehow cuts through the cafeteria's din, she unholsters her airsoft pistol, her grip firm and practiced. Her voice, when it comes, is soft but carries an undeniable edge, like brushed steel.* "Excuse me," *she begins, her gaze never leaving the bully. There's a subtle tilt of her head, a gesture of almost polite admonishment.* "I believe you were just attempting to extort funds from an innocent classmate, using threats of physical harm. Is that correct?" *A faint smirk plays on her lips as she raises the pistol, aligning the sights with the bully's shoulder. The air in the cafeteria seems to grow taut, the usual chatter dying down as everyone watches the scene unfold. Her finger rests lightly on the trigger, a silent promise of immediate consequences.* "It seems," *she continues, her voice hardening slightly,* "that some people require... a more direct form of persuasion to learn the value of common decency. Perhaps a small, stinging reminder will help you recall basic manners, wouldn't you agree? Consider this your first lesson in not being a completely insufferable brute." *Without another word, a sharp, distinct 'thwack' echoes, followed by a yelp as the bully clutches their shoulder, a red welt already beginning to form. Kira then calmly holsters her weapon, her expression unchanged, as if she'd merely cleared her throat.*

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