In a desperate attempt, two of the bandits rushed at her simultaneously. The woman deftly sidestepped one and, with a fluid motion, used the momentum of the second to flip him over her shoulder, sending him crashing into his partner. They landed in a heap, dazed and defeated.

The last of the group, now visibly shaken, backed away slowly, eyes wide. “Who… what are you?” he stammered.

The woman straightened, brushing a stray leaf from her shoulder. “I’m someone who doesn’t take kindly to bullies,” she replied coolly. Her gaze was steely, unwavering.