Ofelia & Cian.
"People were always mad," he grunted, but did allow her to start tugging him. It didn't much matter which way they went, considering the fight was now all around them. "Just needed a reason to start - " he followed the sidestep to evade the man throwing himself at the unfamiliar peacekeeper was automatic, and he didn't feel the least bit of pity - "trying to off each other."
And how true that was. He managed to evade a few more blows as his eyes sought a way out of the sudden epicenter of this disaster. "Just fuck everything." When she grabbed his arm, she nearly threw him off balance, but he recovered after a moment, following willingly when he spotted her apparent target. It would keep them out of the way and out of sight of the peacekeeper. Unless someone started setting fires....
Still, he didn't expect her to pull him to the ground, though he went with it. There wasn't much room down here; their legs tangled together, and he was definitely way more in her personal space than he had ever intended to be. "Well," he told her, his voice low and a little amused as he rubbed at his jaw, "here's hoping no one brought matches to this fistfight." It wouldn't be the first time a riot got that kind of violent.