Of course Thomas was not going to comment. It wouldn't be fair after all. He was used to fighting. His father had made him learn how to because he was the eldest boy and had been expected to look out for the 'kids'.

But now he was all grown up and not in 'his' city. This wasn't Boston. But that was fine by Thomas. He'd just hit these guys until they backed off or stayed down.
"....Why don't you idiots just back the frell off," Thomas snaps before smacking another man with a fist. This was not going to be fun, he decided.