Kurt froze as the other Bandit leaped from the wall into the fray, using actual hand-to-hand fighting. Holy crap, was this another copycat?
Or was it the real Bandit?
Kurt pushed down the urge to fanboy a bit over The Real Bandit because it looked like he was about to get his ass kicked, superhero or not. Trying not to overthink his actions and falling back on the little training he'd received at the end of high school, Kurt went to The Bandit's aid.
He pushed one of the men against the far alley wall hard enough that something snapped (oh, jeez, hopefully not his neck) and then pushed at another two of the men. His second attack didn't have as much force behind it, but it certainly tipped the men off their balance and let the two teenagers inch away.
"Run!" he told them, ducking as one of the bad guys tried to punch him. As he did, he saw a pile of broken bricks - much easier to lift than people - and began throwing them at the attackers, aiming for their heads and chests.
One more of them went down and Kurt hazarded a glance at The Real Bandit.