Breathing heavily as his scanend the room, realizing what exactly had happened...dozens of frightened eyes were upon him, yet none of them looked ready and eager to fight; not only that, but the headache had started to fade
Oh...damn. Wade thought to himself, sheathing his swords underneath his jacket once again. "Umm...sorry folks, we're umm...shooting a scene for a TV and you all are part of it! See? The cameras are over there." Wade pointed in a random direction with a single finger before dashing off in the opposite direction, not looking back to see if any of the other customers fell for his poorly-made ruse; with reckless abandon, the man dashed off towards the inner city, deciding to hide within one of the alleyways under he figured out his next move. Hopefully, when the police arrived, no one would be able to properly identify him, thanks to the power of stupidy in large groups.
"Though I'm guilty of stupidy in smalls groups...or something." Wade panted, as he leaned against the cold, hard brick wall of a building, trying to slow his heartbeat. "Well, regardless if I'm locked up forever, those others ran off. Which means I'm safe forever."