The sound of fighting could be heard from within this dank little bar known as the 'Black Lagoon'. From the doors of the black lagoon a man with dark hair was sent flying out and onto the hard floor. Inside a gathering had occurred as people began to bet on the odds of the fight that had broken out less than five minutes ago.
A group of roughians had gathered around a single opponent and they all looked worse for wear. The person they were gathered around was a most unique individual as it was an old woman in her late seventies standing at a short five feet in height. She had grey hair styled in a twin bun locked by a long hair pin with two pearls dangling from the side, with matching earrings. She wore a long traditional kimono made of silk closed by an obi sash, a jacket over the top accompanied by a sash. The old woman wore white tabi socks and waraji on her feet.
The old woman looked around, she as surrounded by fifteen men, another six on the floor unconscious. A battle cry echoed as one of the men charged at her from behind. The old woman sighed and stepped around the man with surprising speed for someone her age. With strength someone her age should not possess she grabbed the man by her right shoulder and then flipped him, turning and throwing him through the air and into a wall with enough force to knock him out cold.
"What are you standing around for, get that old hag!" barked out a large man standing eight feet in height, he was nothing but muscle.
Yumi inhaled and looked down at the floor where the remains of her strawberry sundae remained. The fight had broken out when one of these thugs had knocked over her dessert and not even apologised. Yumi crouched and moved heading for the large man. Her five foot frame appeared in front of him and she leapt upwards, her right knee connecting with her face, causing him to fall. As he fell she twisted her body letting her hands touch the floor of the bar, her legs wrapped around the man's neck and she used her lower body to toss the man across the bar where he hit a wall head first.
Yumi flipped herself back onto her feet as two charged her, one from each side. Yumi moved towards the one of her left, her right fist connecting with his solar plexus knocking the wind out of him. She grabbed him by the right arm and twisted on her right ankle, throwing the man into his compatriot, knocking the both over. As the next came she grabbed a chair and swung it into his face breaking the chair into pieces.
The remaining ten seemed a little off put that and old woman had managed to put down a dozen of them so quickly and she wasn't even sweating. They shared a look and nodded before they dispersed not want to face the wrath of the old woman, even though they had outnumbered her.
Yumi straightened her kimono out, "What cowards."