[] Fight!
-[] By knocking them down until they stop getting up!
You eye the men warily, noting how the suits they wore were like a uniform, with only small bits of jewelry varying between them. Most wore tie-pins, a few wore rings, and one had a gaudy gold necklace that totally clashed with the rest of his appearance. If movies and TV had taught you anything, it was that any group of uniformly dressed men cornering girls on the street were clearly villains. Fortunately, you already had your gauntlets and boots out. You use the time you'd normally use to activate your powers to switch your music player to some appropriate
music. Sure, you wouldn't be able to hear much, but you weren't going to be
talking to these guys. Heck, they probably didn't even know you were here.
You smile. This is going to be fun. You've never been in a fight before, but who didn't dream of beating up bad guys? You see one of the men right in front of you saying something as he menacingly walks forward. Taking that as your cue, you leap forward using your boots and throw a straight punch into the man's chest. You're rewarded with a satisfyingly meaty
thwack and a brilliant burst of purple light. The force of the blow throws the thug several meters backwards into a crumpled mess on the pavement.
"Yosh!" you exclaim to yourself as you did a quick victory fist pump. It wasn't like you were worried you'd pass right thought them and end up having to watch helplessly as they kidnapped that girl or anything. You turn dramatically towards the rest of the men just in time to see a fist covered in rings pass centimeters in front of your face. Rings-guy pauses awkwardly in front of you, left arm extended in front of him, having over-committed to his attack. A quick jab to his face and he dropped like a sack of potatoes. Not that you've ever seen a sack of potatoes fall over, but you had to imagine it was something like this guy falling over. Huh, you guess they could can see you after all. Better hurry it up a bit then.
A small hop and you were planting your boot into the next thug's face before he could even react. You use him as a spring-board to launch a flying kick into yet another suit. You land lightly on the pavement, glancing quickly over the four downed men around you to make sure they're not getting back up any time soon. Satisfied that they're out of the fight you turn to the remaining thugs. You frown. They've managed to position themselves between you and the girl, though they seem to be on the defensive. One of them in the back is hurriedly saying something, but there's no way for you to hear it over your music.
You're about to rush back into the fray when something stops you. A giant of a man has stepped into view under a street light. A true giant. The two men that were with him barely came up to his chest! Now, you weren't short or anything, but he had to be twice as tall as you were! He was wearing dark pants, and a leather jacket hung loosely from his shoulders, revealing his bare, well-muscled chest beneath. He was giving you a steady, appraising look, as if he was judging you. He glanced to the men at your feet before he seemed to come to a decision. He nonchalantly shrugged his jacket off into the waiting arms of one of his subordinates. He turned to his other subordinate who was holding a long pole wrapped in cloth, revealing his full back tattoo. Ah, so they were Yakuza. The giant was fiddling with the cloth on the pole-wait-you suddenly realize that it isn't a pole at all, it's a katana! He slowly draws the sword, revealing it's full length. No, not a katana. It was much to long to be a katana. Calling it a katana would induce performance anxiety in katanas everywhere! It was even longer than the nodachi you had seen in the museum. If anything, it was a true horse executing sword.
Eheheheh, maybe you should rethink things? It isn't like you are intimidated or anything. Sure, he is twice as tall as you, probably weighed more than four of you put together, and had a sword that could probably cut a horse in half, but you weren't scared. You wanted to rethink things because this guy seemed pretty cool. Not that he was
that cool! You were obviously cooler, but it was a different kind of cool. Yeah. And regardless, he was a boss character, so you probably should have some sort of plan.
[] Maybe you should try talking? After all, if these guys can see you, they probably can talk to you, right? It's not that you're scared, it's just you didn't realize it was an option before...
-[] What do you say?
[] The time for talking has passed!
-[] Plan?
[] Scary! Swords are Scary! Run away!