Kisa (a name, likely a pet's name)

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern. He looked at you with such genuine concern that you were speechless. You just stood there, looking at him, unable to say a word. This gesture, this attention, this concern, it was all too much for you.
But now, your hero, apparently feeling that you are safe, has switched his attention to Lokon. His gaze, which had just been full of tenderness, has now become stern and determined.
"Listen, curl," he growled, his voice sounding like a clap of thunder. "Why the fuck are you touching a girl? Haven't you been punched in the face in a long time? I'll organize it."
Lockon froze. He clearly hadn't expected such a reaction. His face, which had recently been distorted by a malicious grin, now expressed fear and confusion. He didn't know what to answer, didn't know how to react. He was caught off guard.
Kisa, seeing his confusion, took another step forward.
"Why are you silent?" he asked, his voice becoming even more threatening. "Or did my appearance frighten you?"
Lockon finally found the strength to mumble something, but his words were unintelligible.
“I… I didn’t do anything,” he mumbled, trying to justify himself. “She fell on her own.”

• She fell herself, then? - Kisa grinned, but there was no joy in his grin. - And the laughter around her - was that also her doing? You pushed her, admit it. Or do you think I'm blind?
  Lockon lowered his head, unable to meet his gaze. He knew he was caught.
  “Yes…” he whispered. “I… I pushed her. I’m sorry.”
• Forgive me? - Kisa came closer, and Lockon instinctively recoiled. - Do you think that your apologies will change anything? You humiliated her. Insulted her. Put her in an awkward position. And I will not allow you to do this again.
  He looked at Lockon in such a way that it seemed he was ready to fall through the ground.
• I don't want to see you hurt her anymore.