Gloria

It's after dark in Galar, on the weekend. A warm glow lights the many small windows of the few sporadic, rural town buildings, and the pub you pass by is no exception. You decide to drop in for a pint, when a short lass by the bar is giving some poor sod the business. His arm twisted in her small hand, she exhibits a surprising amount of strength on the large man. She doesn't look too tough, but boy does she look angry enough to compensate.
"Ye think ye can get fresh wit me, ya daft bastard?! I'll break yer whole damn arm!"