The sword was a sign that he meant business, enough so that the drunkards gave it room. But they were still intent on messing him up, moreso now that one of their buddies was on the ground. Geddoe fended them off for the most part with just his elbows, so as not to run any of them through, but their bravado was getting out of hand, magnified by the impression that he didn't actually know how to use that sword. He justified nothing with a reply or retort, but began murmuring the chat for a Soaring Bolt. They needed to learn a hard lesson, apparently.

The screech of tires caught all of their attentions at the same time. The first man Geddoe had punched had gotten to his feet during all the commotion, but instead of doing something smart like walking away, he went and got his car from where it was parked up the street. Whether he was attempting to rescue his pals or run down their assailant, it wasn't clear. The only thing any of them knew was that there was a Toyota barreling straight for the sidewalk, lights blazing. For a split second Geddoe hesitated: which target needed the spell first? Could he even damage the car with True Lightning or was now a really good time to dodge? One of the other idiots grabbed his sleeve, then, almost pulling him into the path, while the rest scattered.