The sound of a child in distress the sort of thing which was never a happy thing to hear but never less of a pleasant prospect than when a black banner bearing a skull and crossed bones sat upon the horizon, around the young soul it seemed as if hell had been unleashed as souls with sick grins seemed to chase the innocents around the streets to yank away their bags and tear off their earrings whilst others seemed to grab the boxes of merchants and chests of financiers and claim them for their own, all while this frail figure was flooded with fear as a primal sense of desperation set in, and all that that the youngster could do was cry and hope that someone gave a damn about their situation. But in a scene like this, who could.
That quiet and innocent voice drowned out by wails and roars and even the odd spot of laughter here and there, people were too busy either running for their lives or running for another's livelihood to pay attention to such a slight shape and the fright that they were facing right now, and so all that the terrified tot could do was reach for something, anything, and hope that they might right draw the attention of someone who could help them. And in this case just so happened to pluck at a while cloak which seemed surprisingly stationary, given the situation.
Unfortunately it seeming that whomever bore the silky soft stretch of snowy colour was not the only figure to notice the bewildered brat and the second soul on the seafront who did so seeming to take a rather disgusting sense of exception to the wailing whippersnapper, things looked to be taking the sourest of turns as such unrepentant malice bore down on someone who should have never faced it, and fortunately, would never either, thanks to the snap of an arm and the flick of a cape.
“Shut your mouth, fool…!” A sharp and decisive motion seeming to cut off the atrocious assault before it could happen or rather summon something forth which could do so in its place, the spirit of winter lurched forth as an iceberg seemed to lurch out of the ground and encompass the aggrieving antagonist, and leave him with not even the scantest inch of space to move either his blade or body even a hair further.
“You've spoiled my day off.” Ruthless cold striking out from a set of eyes which were filled with a fuelled by fury which was focused and yet wholly unrestrained, the woman in white growled at the asinine assailant and brushed a streak of brightly coloured hair behind her hair, before she showing that she could be just as brutal and bitter as the attack she had just unleashed as she made sure that no hair on any child's head would be harmed by his hand ever again…