#bergen_county

She's taking hits, but trolls have decent stamina. The edge of her shield is jammed into crewcut's gut.

Symon takes a moment to watch, just savoring the sight

Oh Crewcut goes down, what a soft belly... one hit (From a frighteningly strong girl) and he's puking!

The ambushers turn and try to flee. "Shit.. let's get out of here, that #$#$# is on steroids and that new guys crazy!"

"Gonna kill em on the beeches, Gonna kill em on the landing grounds... " Dirk has... the speech wrong. But doesn't stop him from stomping on the chest of one

"AND DON'T COME BACK!"

Symon had his hands rubbing in front of him, working up a bit of glamour for a fuddle... but when Dagmar orders them off, he stops, and lets it trickle away. "Next time we should lay them all out in a heap for the 12 to sort through. A little bail to cool their heels between pulling this shit. Checking around though, maybe they got the ringleaders at least.

Some, indeed, might be too laid up to run...

Dirk sighs "We gotta let em go? Fuck." And he hurls the downed ones after their friends...

which is probably, to his mind, 'letting them go'

"Well... we gotta get these nice lost folks clear."

"And don't want to get tangled up with police ourselves, yeah?"

"Fucking innocent bystanders always in the way..ruin everything" Dirk mutters

Symon glances over to where one of the protestors he had 'hinted' to is kicking a downed Nazi in the kidneys. "Maybe one more kick? Please?" He wheedles, in the tone of a child asking for a last story.

"Oh let him.. he never gets to kick anyone" Dirk asks Dagmar

Grunt of assent.

And Symon sidles over, and deals a delightful pointed toe into that bad knee he spotted earlier. Ooch. Even without much force behind it, that's gonna be felt for a while.

"What do you want to do with the stains?" He whispers when done, gesturing to the groaning folk on the ground. "We gotta get these other guys on a bus or something, or the cops'll show up and arrest the lot of them. Then it'll be Ma's work to sort out bail for the innocents, and it's the WEEKEND. She deserves a Saturday."

"Okay, so we get these folks to the station..." Frown.

"These guys..."

"Hey, " One protestor says "I think you can honestly say we didn't see a damn thing"

"Here." He pulls up a map on his phone, and zooms out for the speaker to see. "Just walk down Main here - turn at the school zone sign, and take Smithvale street, less traffic. You'll find the bus station about half a mile that way."