At the sight of the sword, Raff snaps. He lunges at the fellow holding it and attempts to deliver an Unarmed Strike to the offender's solar plexus: Attack: 19 Damage: 6. Regardless of the result, he follows up with another strike, this one aimed at his head: Attack: 11 Damage: 6
The two individuals who were trying very hard to be unobtrusive shy back a little at the force of Fenrir's glare, just in time for Raff to start throwing punches.
Raff's first blow lands solidly and the smile on the man's face disappears quickly. He has the presence of mind to avoid Raff's second strike, and draws the sword with a flourish, shouting, "We will wipe your school from the face of Chult, you dog!" There's a flurry of activity as his two companions take defensive positions, ready to fight.
Everyone should probably roll initiative. The two intimidated guys will go last.
Talindra needing no weapons at all slaps a fist-full of lightning into the guy in front of her ((lets say TD3)) and darts back to hide a bit behind Ambrosious to hopefully be able to sling spells at a distance.
Talindra's lightning goes wide, as her target pirouettes to the side in a fluid motion. It would be kind of impressive if it wasn't so troublesome.
The grappled fellow somehow manages to avoid Raff's headbutt, but the uppercut catches him square in the chops and his head snaps back.
In an effort to deal with the fact he's been grappled, he stabs backwards with the sword to see if he can get Fenrir to let go. Attack: 9 Damage: 4, followed by a headbutt of his own Attack: 17 Damage: 3
The fellow who just dodged Enri's swings delivers a rapid set of punches in response: 23 Damage: 7, 24 Damage: 11
A third comes to his friend's defense and attacks Raff: 8 Damage: 8, 22 Damage: 6
The two fellows who were intimidated by Fenrir are too chickenshit to do anything this round, but seem like they'll join the fight next round.
The fellow with the sword looks about half as healthy as he used to, if you had to guess.
Fenrir gets headbutted on the shoulder, which make his bruises from earlier slightly more bruised. The sword apparently glances right off him.
He's still angry about the weapons, and even angrier that his pack are being roughed up, even if it is mostly Enri. This is enough to activate rage. And remember, Raff and Enri, since you're in close quarters with Fenrir, you gain Advantage on melee attack rolls now.
Fenrir's pissed and the Wolf's urgent whispering has retreated. He still doesn't reach for a weapon, but instead growls "Let Go." and gives the grappled man a headbutt of his own. 18 for four damage, possibly plus two additional damage if his head counts as a strength weapon.
Mortimer scrambles forwards, also motivated in hopes of Enri maybe not being dead in the future. He blindly lunges forward and slaps a hand onto the first bit of Enri he can reach, then casts a second level Cure Wounds to restore 7 hit points. Mortimer then gives a confused squeeze as whatever bit of Enri he got to was firm yet pliant...