Zach groaned on his way out of the theaters front doors, followed by a small entourage of locals who were none too pleased with him. "Seriously, it's just money grabbing at this point! That and poor writing." The merc was shouted at by a particularly ridiculous looking fan of the film in question dressed up like the Kong himself, berating him for being an idiot who doesn't know anything of the finer things in cinema. Behind the discount King Kong was a pair of what amounted to yes men, who didn't really seem interested in much else other than egging on their friend, who was getting more belligerent by the word. Zach wasn't exactly fluent in Japanese but he knew well enough when someone was deep enough in their cups, it's just a shame he doesn't know when to quit. "Giant nuke dragon, is absolutely more powerful than monkey with sharp bone on a stick. I don't care how you spin it, Kong should be a pile of ash, and the movie should be with actual kaiju, and not some American monkey fanatics idea who lives in the land before time."
The monkey man let out a shriek one hears when an idiot's switch is flipped from being dumb, to actually doing something dumb. The costumed drunk beat his chest before launching forward, wielding a prop axe and making gorilla noises at his most despised foe, the foreign critic. Though his motives were noble, and his fur well kept, his combat prowess and strength were no match for the gaijin's, and he found himself quickly disarmed, on the ground, and quite dizzy with his foe victorious above him. His back up stood dumbfounded as to how their glorious face man was defeated so soundly, and their goading ceased as they looked to each other, unsure how to continue. The Dizzy fool berated them from his place upon the earth, scrambled to his feet to save face. Now it became clear it was a three on one affair. A jab with the prop, a back hand, and a sturdy kick to the gut, resulted in a decisive victory for the green clad Godzilla fan. Zach reached down and picked up the leader from the ground, setting him on his feet and brushed the now dirty gorilla suit off a little and smiled at the bewildered man. "Now, you're going to go home with your konglings, and not be a hairy donger again, got it." He smiled, patted the other mans face gently, turned him around and gave him a light push toward his recovering allies, who quickly gathered their wits and retreated to what he presumed was a bananas tree house. He looked around afterward and noticed that some people had recorded the event and were sharing the videos with other onlookers, and he realized that he should probably move on. He did a little bow, and thanked the gods he decided to wear his hoodie and mask today, so nobody got a great look at his face. Once he was a distance away, and it seemed like nobody was following immediately after, he ducked into an alley and removed the hoody and mask, tying the hoodie around his waist and his mask tucked into his pocket. Unbeknownst to him however, the Dullahan did have someone tailing him.