At this time of the evening no one would bother stopping this sort of fight. Tourist and locals wouldn't get involved and vagrants and minor thugs would look the other way. The only real concern would be a hero cop stepping in. A well placed roundhouse kick to Conall's midsection sent him back off the path and to a more well discrete fighting ring.
"I can do this all night," he taunted to the agent. His blood was flowing to all his limbs as fought off the urge to bounce softly in his place he would in a more traditional controlled face off. He maintained his balance and went to work on the ginger.