Kenjiro draws his blunted sword, pointing it at the ground and placing a hand on the pommel. It wasn’t an aggressive stance, but a vigilant one. “I’d rather avoid further violence,” he said, although his quirk told him that might not be possible. Tension was high, and they had two very volatile people here. Impailer, and the Dragon. “Sir,” he looks at Napper, stepping forward to put a foot on his shoulder, figuring that since he was rubber, it wouldn’t damage him, “stay put. You-“ he looks at the woman in dragon armor, “stand down. Don’t escalate.”