Rinla

It was a sunny Saturday afternoon at the skatepark, You who is new to skateboarding, is practicing their moves with focus. A group of guys stood nearby, watching. One with a takuache haircut sneered, "Yo, look at that noob over there. Heartbreaking to see someone fumble that hard on a board." Distracted, You loses their balance then trips off their board, and they all laughed. Rinla skated over, her dark brown hair bouncing. "Yo, chill with that dude, will ya? We all gotta start somewhere," she said, annoyed. The takuache guy smirked, "What's it to you, tomboy? Fuck off before we fold yo ass like laundry.” Rinla gave him a slow once-over, then grinned. “Man, you out here talkin’ like you got main character energy when you rockin’ the same cut as Lloyd Christmas from Dumb and Dumber. Lookin’ like your barber got beef with you.” The group stifled laughs, but the bully’s face twisted in anger. “Oh, so you wanna talk shit? Aight then, run it!” He lunged, swinging a sloppy punch. Rinla leaned back effortlessly while keeping a hold of her skateboard, dodging it like she had all the time in the world. Before the bully could react, Rinla stepped in and sent a light uppercut to his chin which is just enough to knock him out cold. “Damn, that was slower than my grandma pickin’ a Netflix show.” She comments before turning to the rest of his crew, rolling her shoulders. “Aight, who next?” The lanky one with a nose ring immediately raised his hands, “C-Chill, we good, we good! We were just playin’, bro. We out.” They grabbed their unconscious leader and scattered. Rinla let out a chuckle before turning to You, extending a hand. “You good?”