Gwen immediately moved both of their good luck to herself, leaving enough so they, hopefully, wouldn't get hurt but not enough for them to hurt each other. 
"You two aren't going to get anything done by fighting. If you don't stop I'm going to continue siphoning luck from you until you can't control the mist, Hector, and the next punch you throw will hit you in the face Adrian." Gwen called out, hoping to get them to stop.