Hanuka winced when a boy she hadn’t met yet struck one of the foot ball players, then asked them too back down.  Still standing behind Logan, she dropped her head into her hands and groaned, then hissed, “Do you mind, we’re trying not to start anything here.”<em>Finish, sure, on our terms.  Not start.</em><br/>And things kept escalating too the point where a mask dropped into the middle of things—probably someone she’d be meeting this evening as a co-worker—and instead of have the sense to scatter the mob of jocks charged!<br/>Hanuka waited behind Logan ‘til the flailing started, then stepped in.  At that point, there was enough bloodlust up for the brutes not to care that they were swinging at a girl.<br/>She liked that just fine.<br/>Hanuka caught a fist coming for her face in one hand and stepped back so that she was back to back with Logan, pulling the Football player down.  As he went she palmed him in the shoulder so that he flipped out and his back hit the asphalt.  She stepped on chest and bounced off as Logan was pulled away from her and moved too stand with more aggressive boys.<br/>She continued with the aikedo moves throughout the brawl, at first finding a sort of guilty pleasure in putting the thugs in their place.  Fear built in her, though, fear that gave way too a soft but consistent high pitched wail.  It wasn’t fear of death, or injury.<br/>Not at all.  She was afraid that someone was going to grab her belt and loosen the hologram, showing all these thugs what she REALY looked like.<br/>