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[Shikamaru's on it, light on his feet so he can throw himself back with his heels. He makes sure to jerk his head enough to make it look real - knock the hat right off him - and keen to the side as if nearly losing his balance. He adjusts right before he'd fall, glaring with one eye at Logan for good measure while wiping his mouth.

Man, even if he's holding back that still stings a little. What's he packing in those fists? Metal?

Ah, no time to dawdle though. The other picketers, catching wind of a fight, will be all too happy to fight for real. He reaches for his hat, and makes to run.]