[ the look she gives him, over her shoulder, is a rare one. It's not bright, or happy, or even puzzled-- it's firm, fierce, and protective when she steps between him and the boys. Luckily, he doesn't seem to be injured, and some of the automatic, impulsive anger drains. She doesn't like to fight. She'd rather avoid this. ]

... I don't know what happened, but can you guys let this go? I'd think you have better things to do than pick fights.

[ it's calm enough.

But either they're not thinking straight or they've got a lot of venting to do, because instead of them going on their way, there's some snarling about "cocky little shits like you" and one of them's swinging at her face.

Makoto moves just enough for it not to hit directly, though it scores a blow off her cheekbone.

... Ah. So in the end... ]

Makoto-kun, get them out of here.

[ she dodges the next lunge, but this time, she hits back, a knee to the nose, an elbow to the back when he hunches over, and then she's focusing on the next.

It's not the most graceful thing she's ever done, but speed above grace right now. She needs to keep them safe. ]