RPG on the Portal.

The guard, swaying, approaches the woman and, reeking of alcohol, says:
"Shut up, woman!!! That poor guy owes me!" and, without hesitation, kicks the poor guy in the face.
What do we do???

With a quick, almost imperceptible wave of my hand, the guard finds himself on the nearest rooftop with a completely blue face, blinking in confusion. He'll be wearing that "decoration" for a long time! A laughing crowd gathers around... I discreetly disappear into the crowd, exiting through an inconspicuous alleyway onto the central square....