It took a few seconds more to suppress any remaining spirit out of the three bros, mainly by soccer kicking them as they tried to rise. At the end of that, she turned to see a struggling Fai suddenly released. Were she a cruder person she'd have assumed Chad had gotten a sudden chubby. Demoralized, their attackers skulked away down the street, yelling their final trump cards through chiclet teeth and split lips: faggot, bitch, mutie, etc.

When they were safely gone, she replaced the wooden waster (tch, blood! sensei was gonna chew her out for that!) and went over to Fai. He'd looked so helpless but apparently he had a trick or two up his long sleeves.

"Are you alright?"

The viciousness of a few seconds was gone now, replaced with an awkward kind of compassion.