Gamoran blinked as the costumed hero dropped down between the two groups... and the jocks completely ignored him and attacked anyway.  That was strange.  Most people would not want to risk a fight against an obvious metahuman, one would think.  Then his attention was grabbed elsewhere as the females... as far as he could tell, the mates of the aggressors began to attack several of the other females.  This was getting out of hand.  He turned, and began to move without thinking... he did what he did not out of some sense of chivalry, but from the want to teach these foolish Terrans the error of their ways.  He moved fast... whether it was superhuman was debatable, but he did hold back his true speed as he moved in behind about three of the girls, crouching down and sweeping all of their legs out from under them, the females crying out in pain and surprise as they landed on their backs, the wind knocked out of them.  About four of the guys broke off from the main fight as they saw a guy who actually had the gall to attack girls.  Gamoran didn't understand that this was apparently a social taboo, nor did he care.  Back on his feet, he easily got out of the way of the clumsy punches of the jocks that tried to attack him, and with fluidity and speed that made onlookers wonder exactly what just happened, all four boys lay unconscious on the ground before him.  The scary thing was, he really had to hold back to keep from killing these frail beings.  He spun around, ready for any more takers... the fight was very unsatisfying, just like he knew it would be, but he felt he needed to do -something-, and it's not like he had displayed any actual superhuman abilities... technically.