As long as a retreat is in progress, Adrian will let the brute go, although he remains alert for another attack from that quarter. He needs to deal with the cabby, who is clearly the brains of the operation anyway, and apparently lacks his companion's sense of self-preservation.

Adrian doesn't generally go in for the whole small talk schtick during a fight, so his only response is to wait silently, watching the man with an intense gaze, until the fellow's nerves goad him into making a move. In that instant, Adrian moves as well, and a flurry of blows from feet and fists leaves the man lying bloody and moaning in the street.

A quick gaze passes over the victim in this scenario, establishes that he's uninjured and not an immediate threat, and then fixes itself on the spot where the larger of the two attackers has hesitated. "I'm called Ozymandias," he says, directing his words at the figure lying on the ground. "And it is my business."