Drachen snarled as the trench coat was practically forced into his hands; where the hell did she even get that, anyway? He had no idea, but he wasn't about to where something so restrictive; he was already fairly lanky as it was, even with his bulk and tail helping to stabilize him. And it was unlikely she would see his groin unless she strained real hard to look along the gaps in the sides; he was sure to slightly bunch it in the middle to avoid it shifting mid-fight.<br/><br/>However, attention was soon diverted as music started playing out of nowhere; what manner of Quirk was this? Was it even a Quirk or just someone messing with them? Regardless, Drachen was quite fed up and annoyed as it was...And seeing the triplets walk out and start doing as they pleased?<br/><br/>"Not in my territory, arschloch!" Drachen roared, his anger surging as he recklessly charged forward at one of the muggers, tossing aside the trench coat and likely causing trouble for his own squadmates as he gave a mighty leap towards the one with the rifle.