David wasn't weak either; shoved, caught off guard and at a strange angle, he'd gone over relatively easily, stumbling against the wall, but he recovered quickly with his stance already firming. The guy was bigger than him, but David wasn't half bad in a fight. He stood a chance of taking him ...
And the way the man reeled back from the force of Arla's punch it was clear that if it were just between the two of them, he'd be sore out of luck.
Unfortunately, in a city like New York things never really stayed between two people.
"Geoff, man, what the Hell are you doing?"
The second man had followed his friend out, was looking back and forth from Arla and David to the guy with confusion as Geoff swung back at Arla. Confusion faded quickly, though, at her comment, and he moved forwards.
"Fucking mutant just punched me in the fucking face," the man named Geoff yelled. "I'm showing her what Grade A American Humans think of that." The words sounding strange. Lost a tooth, maybe? Somehow, David didn't care. The second man was coming towards him, fists flying high, and he ducked under to elbow him hard in the solar plexus. With the word 'mutant' bellowed as loudly as it just had been, the chances of keeping this thing from getting any worse were falling fast.