[It's amazing, in Tadashi's mind, that a crowd could gather with this kind of speed. It's like kids could smell a fight starting and spontaneously learned to teleport into his damn way. He finally gave up on being polite and started using elbows until he got through the front lines, who were already chanting out catcalls.

Just as he shoved his way into the circle, he watched Kenji drop into a spinning kick with a fighter's grace. It froze him for a second, pulse roaring in his ears, on just how uncanny it was, almost unreal. Tadashi swallowed hard and shook himself out of it as Kenji took a few steps back and James tried to pull himself up.

Putting himself between the two of them, he throws an arm out towards each, half ready to duck.]

Hey! Come on! COME ON!

What are you thinking? Do you want cops down here? ... Dude, put some pants back on. No one wants to see that.

[It didn't seem to sink in through the haze as well as he intended, instead the teen just squints up at him, somewhere between supremely pissed off and confused. "You're shitting me?"]

You can take a crack at me for it later when you have half a chance of connecting. Just go get some food to clear your head up, man. I'll get you home in a few.