Follow My Lead

It was a standard observation mission at an establishing meeting of a local political movement.
The meeting was held in a taproom of a local microbrewery, with an apparently unlimited open tab, so the spirits of the gathered crowd were high, both figuratively and in the intoxicated sense.
The speeches were often punctuated by shouts from people who fancied themselves funny or edgy.
Raven and Lion sat in one of the corners, unfortunately far from the door.
When one of the guys nearby took issue with the way their girlfriend looked at the agents, Raven just lifted his hands:
"We're not here to start a fight, man."
As they moved to leave, a pushing brawl started on the other end of the room.
"We're not here to finish one, either," the older agent warned his nephew.