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Dendera was walking down the crowded street with his head dipped down, dark hair cascading over his shoulders in a curtain keeping him locked away from those around him. His hands were shoved into the pockets of a sleek black trench-coat that was far bigger than his actual body frame, and beneath it he wore a black tank top and black jeans, as usual. His hair was being worn in a tight ponytail, long dark locks surrounding him with glistening golden jewelry poking through - hanging from his ears.

He had just finished delivering a gun, it had been a large custom shot gun, created and handled with care. And now the umbreon was on his way back to where he had parked his car, with a nice fistful of cash in his pocket from his sale. In the crowd there were many noises, ignorable to a man that was used to the loud firing of guns. But what caught his ear was a loud cry, a woman in distress. His head shot up, his eyes darting around. No one seemed alarmed by the shout, maybe they hadn't heard or maybe they just didn't care.

The umbreon rushed down the alleyway and what he found was disgusting at best. A man attempting to have his way with a distressed woman, while his friends just stood by laughing. "Let her go." Dendera called out firmly, his expression showing his distaste for their actions. "She obviously doesn't approve of your advances." his African accent was showing in his temper, the dark skinned man was from Cairo, Egypt. When the men brushed off his disapproval, Dendera pulled out a hand-gun and aimed it straight for the guys head. "I said, back off."

Dendera held his ground until he was certain that the man and his friends were gone and not coming back. Then, he slid the gun back into its place in the holster on his hips, letting the trench coat fall over it. After which, he rushed over to the absol's aid. "Are you alright?" he asked but soon after asking, he noticed the mark on her head and the little marks on the rest of her skin from falling against the glass in the garbage. He grimaced at the sight. "Here," he said before leaning down to help her up.

Once he was sure that she was standing fine, leaned against the alley wall, he used the palm of his hand to brush away the garbage along with the small bits of glass. He used his palm because he wore fingerless gloves. After which, he picked up her shirt, handing it to her, but noticing that it was rather torn from the experience. That was just horrible. He couldn't understand monsters like that. How could anyone be so depraved? Not that she wasn't pretty, but even if you couldn't get a lovely lady that doesn't mean that you should resort to something so low.

"Do you live near here?" he asked, with a concerned look firmly on his face now that he'd pushed away the thoughts of wanting to chase after and thrash those punks. The least that he could do was to walk her home, or take her to his car and drive her there if it was too far to walk. He couldn't just leave the girl in distress after seeing something like that. It didn't take him too long to realize though that it was chilly and she couldn't just exit the alley in here bra. He took off the trench coat that he wore, wrapping it around her for her to wear, at least until he got her home. It was big on him, so he was sure it would be huge on her but at least it was something.

Dendera pulled a soft smile to his face, an attempt at reassurance for the girl. It had been a while since the Egyptian had rescued any damsels in distress so to speak. It seemed like this day and age women were much stronger and more careful, often carrying around objects to keep themselves safe. He often even got commissions to make hand-guns for women to keep in their purses so that they could be sure they would be safe, because these days were rough and people did despicable things sometimes.

"It's fine." he assured her, brushing off the thanks. He felt obligated to help people in need, it wasn't something that you should ever ignore. "Would you like for me to walk you there?" he asked, placing a hand lightly on her shoulder, looking into her crimson eyes - judging if she was alright or not. Surely she was at least very shaken up by what had just happened. He was sure that had he been in her situation and helpless to defend himself that he would be pretty freaked out. Though it was hard to imagine the umbreon as helpless. Anything physical seemed to be his domain, not to mention that he was military trained and had a degree in defense and weapons tech.

"You'll get home safe." he assured her as she looked up at him. "Here, we can stop at a store on the way, and I'll get you a bandage for that." he said, motioning towards the mark on her forward. He could also put some band-aids on any other nicks or cuts that she acquired in the struggle. He was sure there was a Walgreens nearby that they could stop in at.

Dendera smiled, leading her out of the alleyway as soon as she responded. He wasn't sure exactly where they were headed, but for starters he would take her to that Walgreens to buy her some band-aids. So he lead the way towards it, slipping a hand down loosely to guide her by her waist - also serving as assurance that she was safe now. "It's fine really." he responded to her thanks once again, his soft tone of voice a little louder now as they were surrounded by crowds of people and the sounds of the city.

He hadn't really paid much mind to what the girl looked like, his sense of duty kicking in the minute he had heard the shout for help. It was that switch in his head that turned him from care-free and playful into a knight in shining armor complex with an affinity for guns. It happened when himself or someone else was in danger. But he noticed now that she was paying much mind to his features, as her eyes danced over him. He brushed off the thought though, realizing that he didn't exactly look like the kind of person you would see every day - especially with those oddly light markings on his dark skin.

Then he was asked his name, "Dendera," he responded, glancing at her as he did such, "Dendera Eboni, and you?" he asked. They had arrived at the store and he opened the door for her, to allow her to enter before him. Now they'd just need to purchase some bandages and he could get her cleaned up.

Dendera followed her into the store, his hand returning to its position on her waist to lead her once again. He smiled to her when she spoke her name, it was obvious that she wasn't happy with it and so the smile was a small way to cheer her up, "It's a fine name, you act like it's horrible." he said more softly now that they were in the calm store.

His eyes then went up to the signs that hung over head, labeling the isles. Once he found the direction they were headed he led her down the isle, arriving at the bandages. It didn't much matter to him which ones he bought for her so he turned to her with a small bit of laughter, "You can pick one if you'd like, doesn't make much difference to me." he said, not sure if it mattered at all anyway. But some people did like the ones with little pictures on him so he figured that he would offer.

"After we're done here, you'll have to lead the way to your place." he added though surely she knew that. It was just a joke on the fact that he'd led her thus far and she seemed so small and helpless.

Once Sin had chosen the band-aids that she wanted, Dendera purchased them and they exited the store. Sin was clinging tightly to the umbreon's arm, he looked down at her with concern in his sharp eyes. It was understandable that after her brush with an abusive male that she was now clinging to her rescuer and so the dark-skinned male just let her remain close until they reached a spot where the crowds were smaller and more scarce.

He thought it would be a good idea to patch her up now that they were more free to do such. "Let me get a look at you now ok?" he said, pulling her to face him as they stopped walking. The blood on the mark on her forehead had began to dry so he pulled a handkerchief from the pocket of the trench coat that she wore now. He licked the thing just once to moisten it so that he could wipe the blood away. Once he had, he reached into the pocket and pulled out the band-aids, peeling one from the package and putting it gently onto the cut.

"Are you bleeding anywhere else?" he asked, though he didn't remove the trench coat to check. He didn't want her to feel threatened at all, he was just trying to take care of her. It wasn't fair that she'd had to be treated like that, and so he supposed he was trying to make up for what those other males had done to her.

Dendera offered a warm smile as he stared down that the small woman. She shook her head signaling that she didn't need anymore of the band-aids and so he slipped them back into the large pocket of the heavy trench-coat. It seemed like the girl was alright, aside from being shaken up by the whole ordeal, so at least she was ok. The umbreon was ready to continue down the street but was stopped by an odd question.

"Why would I not be?" he asked in return, confusion over his features. "I couldn't just ignore someone shouting for help." he assured her, though he had thought before that no one could just ignore someone in need more recently in his life he had learned otherwise. Some people found it simple to turn the other cheek on people in desperate need of rescue. Dendera could not do that. "What kind of man would I be if I left you alone and helpless?" he asked though obviously already knowing his own answer, not a very good one.

His eyes danced around the streets for a moment before returning to her, he was unsure of which way they were going and so he would just have to wait for her to lead again. She was peculiar to say the least. Frail, quiet, pretty little thing, but she seemed so unsure of herself and of her rescuer. He had a feeling that this wasn't the first time she'd been in a bad situation like that but he wouldn't bring it up and risk hurting her further.