Utena remembered Chuchu. Despite a number of bad influences, he was a proper gentleman and a shining example of...whatever he was. Yes these men, picking on an absolutely beautiful boy (fine features like Miki, but with Ruka's perpetually self satisfied smirk) could definitely learn from Chuchu.

"And they smell better too!" Which was the best insult her adrenaline-addled brain could come up with as she drew a wooden cavalry saber from her back, where it had been hidden by her hoodie. This, and the fact that Utena was definitely now sparkling like she'd just stepped out of a panel of Rose Of Versailles was the generally agreed on signal that shit had just gotten quite real. Of course her first victim called her a bitch through split lips as she drove it down in a vicious diagonal-downward arc. She was on him in a moment with a rapid series of blows that owed a lot more to escrima than classical fencing, not giving poor Chad a chance to recover his bearings. Naturally the other two hurried over to her, but they struck only glancing blows as she backstepped expertly to shove Chad into one of his companions, then dropped a blow on the other that forced his guard up high enough that he didn't expect to be shoulder tripped and his foot reaped out from under him with such force, pratfalling back to give himself a small concussion.

There was still a fourth bro to be accounted for though, who'd taken the liberty of trying to seize Fai's relatively slight frame in a full nelson.