The hidden attackers did not go unnoticed by Dick and he sized them up quickly. They were small but there were a lot of them. And he'd learned that in a fight, numbers did matter. Though he would have the advantage in reach and power, their speed could prove a deciding factor. It was only then that he mentally kicked himself. It was a school. These were the children this Danny Rand was teaching. So, a welcoming surprise for a potential business partner? Interesting.
Dick kept his face a mask of neutrality and he merely cocked an eyebrow at Dinah's question. And that was when the attack came. Dinah went one way and Dick took the other path, breaking up the attackers among the two of them. The clack of plastic parts moving and firing foam darts reached his ears and Dick moved about in a series of rolls and tumbles. He moved with the same precision he usually did to keep his body in one, un-nerf-riddled, piece. This was a test. Had to be. But that didn't mean he couldn't have fun with it.
The officer came up to his feet, his hands held up as if prepared to surrender when the second wave came at him. The darts bounced off his chest and he fell back to the ground as if shot. Oh the humanity!