From zanganito: Sherlock gets into a fist fight.
"Holmes!" I pushed through to the front of the crowd, fighting against the cheering people surrounding me. Several shot me black looks, turning away with their betting papers clutched in their fists.
Finally, I managed to push through, bursting through into the loose ring of space left around the brawlers. Just as I suspected, one of them was Holmes, wearing a mad smile as he and his opponent circled each other, panting. They were both bruised and bleeding, yet to my medical eye I could see nothing serious enough to stop the fight. I would simply have to wait.
As it turned out, I did not need to wait long. With a flurry of moves too quick for the crowd to follow, Holmes brought his opponent to the ground. The crowd rushed forward to congratulate him and collect their winnings, and in their rush I could finally come close enough for Holmes to hear me. "Holmes!"
He looked over at me, eyes still bright from the thrill of the fight. "Watson! You should have come earlier, you missed the finest part!"
I brushed his words aside. "Holmes, I saw Warberts entering the Iron Dragon. We may have a chance to follow him, if he is still there."
Holmes rushed forward and grabbed my arm, pulling me with him towards the pub. As he strode, the crowd around him melted away by the force of his presence. "Then come, Watson! We have a villain to catch!"