Just a bit ago there was a scuffle at 10th and Pike that got scary. I was there. I saw a small group of guys fighting violently, though not well. I think there was a girl involved, I'm not sure. When I walked up there were people I know leaving. I had a look.

There was a dude in the street circling around another guy, both ethnicities unknown. The dude had a shaved head and a white T-shirt. They threw punches, but nothing stuck.

Someone else fell down. I saw someone pull something out, I'm not sure what. Then I heard what I thought at first were firecrackers. I looked back and noticed everyone was running, ducking, or both. I really don't think it was fireworks.

A girl screamed. Someone else yelled to "not let them go!"

Another guy was yelling, "That's it!? That's it!?"

A car came up. The dude jumped in the back as quickly as he could—the people in the back had to move over first, but not before the other fighter noticed.

The car peeled out while the fighter, who was very upset, chased after it as it turned left on Pike, heading South. A girl tried to restrain him. He relented to her pleas. I left.

A block down I found my ride. She was parked around the corner from the action. By the time we were at her car we saw three patrol cars at the intersection. She gave me a ride home down Broadway. On the ride back to my place we passed a few other cops. Their disco lights were blazing. Those police had pulled over several people but we couldn't definitely spot the car with the fighter or the runner or anyone else who was involved.

That's what I saw in about 15 minutes. I'm not saying it was a full-on shoot-out, but it's much closer than I thought I'd be in on a Monday night off.