{{XDDD}}

Honestly, Melchy hadn't had any experience at all with real fights, but he spent enough time wrestling with his plethora of pirate "uncles" that it wasn't that hard for him to readjust his style to deal with several kids only a little bit bigger than him. He focused on the kid with red hair, pretending to not notice the other two, who he kept a plenty good eye on without looking. Cat ears were useful for a reason. He kept his hand on the knife, aware that Harper was going to be about as useful as a girl in this fight.

"Yer a lotta talk for a skinny little bird, Harper," he said casually, never taking his eyes off of the gang. "But that ain' important. We can talk 'bout that later. Right now, I gotta clean up yer messes, eh?" And he laughed.

Still smiling pleasantly, one hand still on his knife, he bounded forward, punched the redhead in the face, and then grabbed Harper's wrist and sprinted as fast as he could toward the gate to the skate park. "C'mon! B'fore they figure out what's going on!"