That's not something the other expects, and with his balance already compromised, he can't really put on the brakes. Hear that? That's the sound of air being expelled as Raph's fist finds the Corsair's stomach, abruptly killing his momentum, which is when the strike comes from above. He goes down heavily onto the ground, face first. A shudder passes through him as though in a last ditch attempt to summon up the strength to stand, but it gets no further than that.

Tau stands there blinking, and just behind him, the Corsair's rowdy buddies. One of them takes a step back, and as though a silent signal has been triggered, the little green-haired medic turns his head then, spearing him with a look.

"Oh no you don't. You're dragging this sorry lug to get treated, and don't you dare think of pointing fingers at who's to blame or I'll break them and your faces." He smirks. "Or maybe I'll let him do it," he adds, thumbing back at Raph. "I'll give you five seconds to start moving. Five..."

They begin to scramble then, dragging their unconscious friend off while Tau watches, the crowds that have gathered parting just enough to let them pass.