Damien dodged and stepped back laughing at how slow they were. Taunting people until they got mad and messed up was a Dog tactic even at home. They could rile people up.

He heard the change in Zack's breathing and turned but only to the side, not daring to put his back to the other two. And he sees red instantly, anger boiling up. Those same reflexes pull the small revolver, cocking the hammer as he drew.

"Let go or die." He's not fucking around either as his eyes shift from the guy holding Zack's hair to the other two. He wouldn't hesitate to shoot them and it shows as his finger slides down over the trigger. Damien means business and has blotted out the people on the street who screamed and gasped at the sight of a drawn gun.