The two teens, who may/ may not have been mutants pretty much did the worst thing one could do when facing an uncertain group of drunkards, they ran. Often times when facing a collection of inebriants, one still has a chance if you stand your ground. Hades spared them a second's thought, chided himself for getting soft then turned to face the remaining miscreants. Evidently this group of drunks liked some excitement as most of them turned to chase after the two youths. For their sakes he hoped that they were indeed mutants with a "useful" mutation, that or were good at running or both, otherwise it might be a rough night for them.

Everyone has days like this, days where you are just so fed up and aggravated, days where your mind decides to do something a little crazy. Hades was usually efficient, to the point, a killing machine, not a movement wasted, not one for flair but today, well today he was feeling a little crazy. Drawing up his British accent, he proceeded to deal with the remaining thugs. "As a good man once told me" *Punch* "Manners" *twin punch to two windpipes* "Maketh" *Slam the heads of the aforementioned thugs together* "A man" *Spin kicks the last thug. Still in character he shrugged his shoulders and spoke to the unconscious men. "My apologies for that, I have had an emotionally trying day". He dropped out of his character impersonation, rolled his shoulders and headed out into the night to retrieve his car.

The Mercedes purred smoothly as he backed out of the parking space, after a few turns he was just about to exit the narrow roaded neighborhood when he spotted the two youths fleeing the mob of drunkards which looked liked they had grown in size. Common sense told Hades not to get involved. He had places to be tomorrow, missions to do. His foot hovered over the accelerator, then. With a growl he whipped the car around. Was he going soft in his old age? Perhaps he had been in the killing business too long. He drove the car between the youths and the mob, spinning the back end so as to knock the mob away. Winding down the back window he turned his head and shouted "Get in!"

Turning his head was a mistake, for a rock smashed through the driver side window, shattering it. Hades barely had time to turn his head before a beefy arm thrust through the window and slammed hims twice against the door, before yanking him bodily out of the car, through the window, smashing the remains of the window out, drawing blood to deposit the stunned Hades outside the car, suspended in mid air with his throat being crushed by a particularly monstrous specimen.

Maybe after a few years of living with people, Adder would notice sooner when the people he was hanging with were no longer following as closely as they had once been. Or, rather, make the transition from 'notice' through 'processing' all the way to 'care enough to react.'

Adder did hesitate before clearing the alley, and looked back. Nah, she was fine. Tough paper cat, a new one, had her back. Totally fine, no reason to worry about her well-being, which meant it was time to go back to worrying about his well-being.

The drunks were following. Adder narrowed his eyes, tail stiff and upright, and growled at him. He was really quite good at threatening growls; they'd cleared his path to freedom more than once. City people rarely knew how to handle feral dogs, much less wolves.

And then he turned to snarl at the new violent guy, because like hell he was getting in a vehicle with him. He shouldered Claire, encouraging her to keep moving and leave the guy to whatever was coming.