“I think a fight,” John responded absently to a girl that had just arrived on the scene. He didn’t look at her as he said it, still trying to figure things out, the gears in his mind clanking as he was rationalizing what was going on. It could’ve been a small fight but the scale of it seemed a bit extreme for a simple scuffle. But there was little he could make out from just the damage and his view point of the scene.
He turned to the stranger to his left and asked her, “What do you think happened?”
((OOC: I am assuming this is happening about the time my character is at the scene, since I have no idea about the passage of time that is going on.))