[ It's over practically before it begins. Adrian watches the men fall, too quickly even for him to react. He lowers his hand slowly, his halo disappearing in the same instant, as if it was never there. ]

My problem—? [ The man on the floor starts to haul himself up, and Adrian yanks his glove off, irritated, without taking his eyes off Cabbage Man. ] I've got it.

[ He bends to touch the back of the man's head with his blackened finger tips. More vomit joins the first puddle, and Adrian steps back to avoid it. Maybe after a week of illness, he'll think twice about starting fights over nothing at all. Maybe a week of illness would do certain other people some good as well, but he tugs the glove back on as he speaks. ]

For your information, I was trying to investigate a murder before these ruffians decided to take offense at nothing at all. Thank you for your assistance. You may return to whatever vegetable you were harassing before I so rudely interrupted you.