Shoshi could feel her lungs grasping for some air as the man who she could faintly see in front of her continued to press his arm more into her neck, almost as if he wanted to crush her entire trachea. She clawed at his arms, trying to pull them free, and although she herself was strong by most standards, the man was certainly out of her league in that department. With pain in her throat and her head hurting a bit from crashing against the wall, she couldn't think all that straight to do something better than trying to overpower him.

Before all breath left her body, she could feel a sudden ease on her throat and gasped for breath desperately. It took about three seconds for her to fully gather enough air to think clearly, but even with her eyes closed she could now hear a lot of squirming and painful screaming. Her eyes fluttered open surprised to see the man who was choking her earlier, now clawing at his own throat to breath. There were no longer three of them and the other two were not looking out of the alleyway. She turned her eyes, surprised firstly to see one of the men bleeding out on the ground, and secondly at the sight of a a young white haired boy. She focused on his attributes, and one thing certainly made him distinguishing: his smile. She couldn't help feel frightened seeing someone smiling like that especially in the night, but he was seemingly her rescuer.

She lingered on him for a second, but then returned her glance to the last two men who were now looking at the smirking male with surprise, leaving them open. She took the chance and quickly threw a punch at the closest one to her. She could feel his nose crunch beneath her fist before her fell back, clawing at his now bleeding nose. Shoshi shook off the bit of her from the hardness of his nose, now alive in anger. The next one turned to her immediately in surprise, and she looked at him, her jaw tensed.

He threw a punch at her, and Shoshi easily parried the sloppy attempt, kicking him in the gut. He fell to his knees at the pain. Her anger overwhelming her now, Shoshi went to him as he stayed knelt on the ground, and tried to smash his face in from the side with a kick as he wasn't facing her now. When he suddenly reacted, Shoshi was surprised to see he now had a knife. With how close they were she didn't have much time to react before the blade swung up her chest.

Shoshi stepped back, and then was surprised when her dress was split directly down the middle. It went all the way down her belly button leaving most of her chest and stomach exposed, but she had managed to at least avoid him for cutting her. "Your dead," she hissed, now steaming more than because of the dress. She ran at him, and he tried to stab at her directly, but she parried the knife strike and brought her knee up to his stomach. Before he could crumble to the ground from the pain, she pulled him up by his shirt and and delivered three punches into his face. He fell to the ground not moving as he was likely unconscious from the attacks, but Shoshi was now left with a bleeding hand from his broken nose and busted mouth, and the slightly feeling of pain in her knuckles.

"Dammit," she said, shaking her fist of once more, while also referring to the cut down the middle of her dress. She suddenly remembered the male who had saved her and turned to him, calming her anger to at least show him a expression of kindness. His smile once more set her off, but she didn't waver as she started to walk towards him, smiling. His smile still set her off just slightly, but she didn't waver. Besides, he couldn't be all that bad since he had just saved her from potentially getting raped or kill, or even both. She kept a respectable distance between him and her, about five feet should suffice. He was slightly taller than her, but seemingly younger. "Thanks. That was a pretty close one - I swear that was going to be the end for me," she said, frowning first at the matter yet managing to smile afterwards.

Shoshi waited for a response, and the only thing she earned in return was a slight frown from the white haired boy in front of her. Without his grin he looked much less menacing at least, but she didn't have much time to note it fully as her eyes followed his hands as he pointed. She looked at the man on the ground he pointed curiously for a second before he commented. His question surely did leave her pondering though since he did raise a good point. Before she could respond he was moving pass her towards the man on the ground

Seeing him stab the man in the throat, not once, but about five or motes as far as she could see, she could feel a mixture of surprise and fear rise inside her. Was I really just saved by this boy so I can live another day or because he wants to rape and kill me himself, she couldn't help but think. Nevertheless, she chuckled softly at his question since he certainly had a point that she herself had always found true. "True, but it'd be interesting to see them try to come after me since I don't intend to let them kill me so easily next time - maybe next time they would have actually put up a better fight," she said. "Either way, I don't intend to kill them, even with what they did, but if you want go ahead, I won't stop you since they'd probably deserve it anyway."

Whether the white haired boy before her decided for or against killing the man, she would take the time to try and see what she could do about the tear down the center of her dress. She wasn't a seamstress, and even if she was, fixing it so quickly, at least naturally, wasn't going to happen. Giving up, she would sigh. Maybe I should get my revenge and kill one of those punks after all, she thought although it was mostly just a fading idea from her anger over her dress.