#bergen_county

To mortal eyes, Sam is still not a small girl - 5'11, broad-shouldered, with a cream-and-coffee complexion set off her honey-blonde hair.

And Symon slinks along beside her. Did he pick up any handy new toys from the last protest group? Checking his pockets.

"Okay, guys? I think we're lost..." one fellow says

"Where you lookin' for?"

The six folks turn "is this..Teaneck? We got directions from..."

An amused shake of his head.

And that's when Symon hears folks "Shit..someonee else is here"

and that's not from the crowd

"This is Rivervale. You missed Teaneck."

Symon turns, honing in on the other voices...

It's not bad hiding..for mortals.. but Symon can see them.. and can see the clubs..and bricks.

"Rivervale? I've got a cousin here..." One of the protesters says

And he reaches out, propriety aside, and tugs at Dagmar's arm or jacket, whatever he can snag. "Trouble." He whispers, jerking down his mask to be heard by the troll.

Symon hears "Still less than a dozen... move fast, hit em.. break em, teach em a lesson"

"Yeah? Listen, bus station ain't far if you need to get home...."

A frown at the tug. "Yeah?" She looks.

"We missed the Teaneck protest guys..." "Shit." "Man"

"Hydra agents." He mutters. "4-o'clock. With the punisher backpack. I think... yea, the blond next to him. And the girl with the short black hair. At least." Pointing out to Dagmar what his eyes caught. "Who needs a bat at a peace rally?"

Sam sets her jaw, moving between the lostlings and the presumed threat,

And that's when bricks fly...

She raises the plastic shield.

And Symon ducks, knowing her shield radius and sneaking under the edge of it with a practiced motion, like sharing an umbrella in the rain.

Dagmar isn't just carrying a shield. she's TRAINED in it! She mightp refer two handers, but she's glad for the lessons in sword and board she got as she not only deflect two for her, she keeps another person from getting his head caved in "Geezus" that guy says.

Symon doesn't need a shield. He moves around, and let's Dagmar BE his shield...

"The fuck? Assholes!"

Others back up and one holds up a shield of his own...

it's smaller..and not official riot gear but hey...

"Teach these $#$#$ a lesson!" say the attackers and come at them with the bats as their bricks didn't hit target

"You know what they are? A bunch of chickens. A bunch of fucking CHICKENS." And a pair of green eyes snap open out to the side where his cat was slinking, and she circles around behind the attackers. Not one to interpose herself, but if she can slash her claws at a tendon or trip one with a shadowy spot that turns out it wasn't actually a rock...

Sam charges to meet them, shield first, like a teenaged battering ram.

Symon watches her go, a little in awe and a little annoyed that his shield left. A sigh, and he tugs down his mask to raise his voice to the mortals. "Hey - this way, Teaneckers." Plucking a sleeve here or giving a soft shove there, trying to encourage them off to one side, where they can regroup and focus on who is part of their own and not one of the interlopers.

Looks like the attackers are mortal too... some folks are just filled with dreams of hate and xenophobia

"Some of us are from Cali actually holy shit these nut bars are serious!"

Mortal - so she meets them with mortal strength. But Sam King, champion of the hammer throw, is stronger than many adult men.

Indeed as her shield knocks one neo nazi like a bowiling ball getting a spare.. ohh wait, make that two of them... Sam King proves her might

The protestors aren't fighters.. some fall back but two leap forward using their protest signs as make shift clubs! There's a certain irony in a Neo Nazi getting hit over the head with a sign saying 'black lives matter'

"Your kind ain't welcome here. This is my home." She socks one in the jaw.

"Turn it around and jab 'em in the gut with the handle." He advises one lady who has a sign raised over her head.

"Oh uhm.. thanks?" She tries.

"Get the ni#$#$er bitch, she goes down they'll all..." Bats raised the nazis focus on Sam. Biracial.. she's been called THAT before.

But it's been years

Symon's eyes narrow dangerously, and he scans the group - focusing on them as a unit, one central mass. And much as they had focused on Dagmar as a target, his eyes glow, and he seeks out the weakness in their position, be it a person, or a thing...

"Fuckin' try, Nazi assholes!" She's outnumbered, but she's angry.

"Nazis?" A voice from nearby . Dirk's "We got Nazis?"

"Cowards." PUNCH.

Symon register it like a listing of strike points in a game.. bald guy? kneecap. Crewcut...soft gut. Glass jaw for blonde guy with confederate battle flag tatt

Dirk comes around the corner "Cowards?" Then a grin "NAzis!"

And he does his best to look inobtrusive, small, not worth targeting. As he whispers to one or another protestor a suggestion, pointing out who they could go for. And then Dirk shows up, and his mouth gapes in a grin. "Dirk! Hey, Nazi meat!" He mouths in the boy's direction - then, points at the Confederate tattoe'd guy as a clue.

Dirk grins..charges forward "NAZIS! FAIR GAME! Kill a Kraut and go to heaven!" And following his adoptive brother's head, he PUNCHES golden mullet confederate flag guy in the mouth ...teeth fly!

ANd Dagmar has already punched another one, bloody nose time! He's lucky it's not BROKE!