Graham watched as armed men burst into the club. Clearly Torchwick's, Graham put his goggles on to cover his eyes, trying to play along and keep it cool, carrying on playing his music. Graham observed the apparent leader as he spoke to the owner, this was clearly not boding well. Graham slipped away, taking off his headphones but he kept the music playing. Drawing his tonfas, Graham weaved in-between the crowd, crouching low so he couldn't be spotted. Graham was close enough to keep a clear line of sight on him, right when he was grabbing the girl. Graham twirled his tonfas as he walked behind. He tapped the leader on the shoulder and coughed to make his presence clear. Graham swung his tonfa at the Butchers face when he turned around, grabbing the girl by the wrist in the meantime and threw her into the crowd of onlookers. With the long side of his tonfas facing outwards, he stared down the men, ready to fight with a grin on his face.