He's still working the odds when two of the kedan notice the new arrivals, and Bruce frowns in annoyance. Damnit, he'd hoped to keep this contained. He steps into one of the remaining opponents, taking a body shot in exchange for flinging a smell flechette at one of the kedan going after Stiles and his plus one. Bruce isn't going to take any chances with them, Stiles is nowhere near ready for a fight and the other is an unknown.

The dart hits its target in the back of the neck, and instantly the kedan becomes sluggish, sways and drops. It's a fast-acting compound, and Bruce's mouth twitches into a briefly grim smile before he goes back to trying to wheedle his way out of the situation, offering bribes and platitudes to the ringleader that remains.