[ It takes the few blows for Jonathan to straighten himself up, wincing through the throbbing in his gut as he looks from Lucina to the man who had punched him. And really, she seems eminently capable on her own, he's certain that she can easily take this fight. But the other man is hesitating a little, unsure now that a sword has been entered into the equation.

Might as well stack the deck further in her favor. Jonathan makes a little gesture with his hands. A small gust of wind flows past them, carrying a few words audible to the three of them. ]

That girl's in trouble! Let's help her out!

[ Oddly enough, the words don't seem to come from any particular source. There aren't any people nearby to say them, they're not coming from any notable direction, it's as if the wind itself is saying them. But that, combined with Lucina's goddamn sword, is enough to stop the fight. The car's owner gives Jonathan the stink eye, a sort of 'don't give me a reason to start this up again later' look, before storming away.

Turning to his savior, Jonathan gives Lucina a bright, yet remarkably tired smile. ]

Thank you for that. I...probably should learn how to handle my own in a fight, but that simply wasn't anything needed back home.

[ Or don't have your mouth write a check your fists can't cash, dumbass!!! ]