Don't mess with wild pigs

The reed sandals disappeared from the ground and not a moment too soon because the person who came out of the trees was one of the people Arabella was most afraid of. 

Walter was his name. He was a brutish nineteen-year-old and the oldest son of the family she had been working for. 

Ji-ho instinctively took a step back when he approached her. Her ankles were in the water, soaking the long ratty hemp dress she had on. 

"Arabella, I heard you disrespected my mom," he said with a nasty sneer on his face. "Where did you get the courage to refuse to work for us?" 

Jini, even if I land a punch on him, it'll be like a mosquito bite. Look at my skinny arms! 

What would you have me do, Ji-ho?

I don't know. Let's see what he does.

"I'm not your family's slave," she calmly replied. Walter had reached the river's edge and Ji-ho was being forced towards the deeper side of the river.