She fixed her vibrant blue eyes onto the shorter man as he spoke. He cast himself quite well in the role of the injured party, and indeed she saw quite clearly how he was held and hit by the large letter-jacket wearing boys. But she -also- saw the cheerleader whom was standing next to him and then ran to the group crying. She could not hear what happened, but the sight of a girl running away from him in tears stuck with her.<br/><br/>She pursed her full, dark lips for a moment with her eyes narrowed as she begun to speak. She was only able to utter a syllable before the group of similar letter-jacket wearing men walked up to the group. She had a good idea of where this might be going, and also knew that any sort of confrontation with humans right -here- was a very bad idea.<br/><br/>She steps forward from the small group which was talking, and moves towards the group that was closing in. She spreads her arms out as talk of 'get them' begins to spread through the group of letter-jacket wearing men.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Come now, there is really no need for that."</em></strong>She address the group of players in her deep baritone voice.<em><strong>"Perhaps we should all calm down and discuss this before things escalate?"</strong></em><br/><br/>She hoped, greatly that cooler heads would prevail, or who -knows- what may happen.