It was noon, the bright sky covering the mountainous roads of Ambarino, when Arthur heard a commotion: Many voices arguing about something, a "Hand us everything you've got!", a horse fleeing away, glass being broken, and then screams and shooting. When approaching the situation, he saw one single person fighting with four armed men with a broken glass bottle. Two were already on the ground, necks bleeding, when he shoot the other two on the head, then approached the exhausted person, still on the back of his horse. . . . . (Basically, helped you when you were fighting group of four armed men who were trying to rob you, like a damsel in distress who didn't need much help. Or maybe you did. Depends if you're battle skilled and lucky or just insane. This context works for any gender, and you'll decide what you are from here.)