As Dimitri received his order and turned to leave the store, he began to blow into his tea cup and debated whether or not he should tell the guy who'd been in front of him that his order was ready as well. The internal debate was quickly shut down as eight men with black masks piled into the coffee shop and produced several guns from somewhere on their person. For a few moments Dimitri stood there dumbfounded, his brain seemingly drawing a blank in regards to how he should react. Things changed rather quickly for him when one of the men stormed over to him and attempted to force him to the ground. As Dimitri still had a cup of piping hot tea to his lips, this resulted in liquid splashing on his mouth and him instinctively jerking the cup away from his person...right into the face of the man trying to pull him down. Seeing as ski-masks did absolutely nothing to protect one's eyes from scalding hot tea, the man crumpled to the ground and screamed like a banshee, catching the attention of his cohorts much to Dimitri's dismay. The college student raised his hands placatingly, "[b][color=00a651]Hey, whoa, I know what you're thinking! I swear I didn't mean t-[/color][/b] *POP*. 

The next few seconds where like a slow motion scene from a movie for Dimitri; He'd noticed one of the men's arms twitch as if to raise his weapon and instinctively ducked out of the way. Dimitri crouched low to the floor and craned his neck to take a look at the hole in the wall his head had been in front of a millisecond ago. Dimitri's heart thudded heavily in his chest, pumping adrenaline through his body as he started switching into fight-or-flight mode. Talking his way out of the situation wasn't going to be an option, and trying to run would just get him shot when he wasn't looking, which left one very undesirable option left. "[color=00a651][b]Fuck me, this is going to be so damn stupid...[/b][/color]" Dimitri muttered  as he lunged forward, jumping over the still downed body of the man he'd more than likely blinded by accident as he made a beeline for the group. In his rush he saw finger of the one who'd shot at him begin to curve inward and jolted left just in time to have the bullet graze his cheek rather than install a new window in his skull. It was as if some sort of animal instinct had taken over: Dimitri zigged and zagged erratically, making it impossible to get another bead on him as he advanced. There was no clever quip or witty joke to be spoken when Dimitri reached one of the men, he simply cocked his fist back and sent it streaming into the gunman's face.

As if launched by the fist of God, the gunman rocketed back out of the door and was left sprawled out on the sidewalk outside. Dimitri looked down at his fist, then to the doorway, to his fist once more, and then to one of the other men. A thudding sensation in his lower jaw alerted Dimitri to the fact that one of the men was coming at him from behind, to which Dimitri responded almost automatically by leaning backwards and wrapping his arms around the torso of his aggressor. His spine bent at an unnatural angle to accommodate the action before snapping forward in a reverse suplex that would leave even the most cheesy of professional wrestlers crying "fake". There was a meaty thudding sound as flesh and bone met solid tile, and the man in Dimitri's grip went limp, more than likely due to a nasty concussion. Not quite fond of having another man's nether regions near his face, Dimitri dropped the now unconscious man, something he immediately regretted when he was met with five gun barrels pointed at him. With a small gulp Dimitri slowly and nervously raised his hands again, "[b][color=00a651]Uh...um...I surrender?[/color][/b]".