Chainsaw notices first, her screech unlike any Ronan's heard before, high and sharp and clearly upset. She flaps wildly before tucking her wings and swooping down low, beak pointed forward and, frowning, Ronan follows the trajectory to where a guy with broad shoulders and a beanie and another version of Chainsaw is standing -- looming -- over Noah.

What the fuck?

Chest seizing tight, Ronan breaks out into a run. He gets to them nearly as quickly as Chainsaw, but not before the other raven hears their approach and lets out a sharp screech of her own. She pushes up into the air, Chainsaw fast on her tail, their wings an inky black cloud in the sky that Ronan registers for only half a second before he has a hand twisted in the fabric on the guy's shoulder and yanks him back, eyes wide with fury and fear, his other hand balled into a tight fist.

"The fuck do you think you are?"