There was suddenly a great weight lifted from his shoulders, quite literally. He rolled on his back with anxious speed to see if the lifter of that weight was a friend or foe.
Panting, all he saw was the blur as his rather large assailant was tossed into the metal dumpster with a resounding THUNK! and a following crash as the lid came down leaving a thick leg the only visible part of his former attacker.
He looked up at the savior eagerly. Pointy ears were silhouetted above him into a streamline male form, inky black and almost shiny in the overhead light. It would have been a little bit of a goofy visage if not for the power the form showed and unusual grace.
And suddenly Wash wondered if this attack to the thug wasn't just a preface to his own attack. The costume might indicate stealth and power but it also indicated a possible insanity. And Wash had been around a few insane people in his time. They didn't always have perfect judgement in beating people up.
The pilot found himself backing into the wall.
"Uh..." he uttered before trying to slide away from the tall guy's line of sight, the sound of his colorful shirt scraping on the wall behind him.