Adam moved as the smaller girl lashed out, dodging that blow and any returned with a quickness born of practice and painful experience. His grip tightened on Alexandria's arm, his free hand slipping around her waist as he lifted her from the tall chair. "We're going," he said, glancing back to Momoko. Though he had only just met the girl, her body language was easy to read: She had no intentions of not finishing what she had not entirely started. Adam wondered what exactly the end of this might look like. With no security to be seen and the opening band playing obliviously on, it was clear no other aid would be forthcoming. They would be lucky if the club's staff even heard the inevitable scuffle.
He pulled Alexandria closer, his booted foot kicking out to push a chair between the three of them and their would-be attackers. They were still far too close for comfort. He pressed back toward the writhing crowd, hoping they could get lost within it, and disappear entirely. "Mo, come on."