With five, possibly six, people against you the odds aren't really good in a stand up fight. Even assuming that their abilities aren't very special, it's easy to get hit from a blind angle in the chaos of a confrontation. So the best course of action is to avoid a fight. And if you're jumping in instead of hiding, the best way to do that is to be intimidating.
“What seems to be the problem here?” you ask loudly, stepping out from the bamboo thicket. With your face still partially obscured by the hood, you like to imagine that you project a somewhat ominous figure.
At once, all five of them look back at you. On closer look, there's no doubt: they're youkai. Eye colors rare in humans coupled with sharp nails and hints of the magical makes them stand out. Beyond them you can see that there's a figure leaning back against the platform, with arms crossed. The first youkai, the one who had been doing most of the talking, scoffed, “who are you supposed to be?”
“I am supposed to be,” you answer with a slight smile curling up on your lips, “a simple resident of this bamboo wonderland. I take it that you lot are not.”
“Leave us alone, we're having a private discussion,” the youkai replied. He was young. Seemed like a teenager. The rebellious sort. In fact, all of them looked pretty young. And while appearances could be deceptive, your instincts tell you that they weren't very powerful. Their body language told the tale; even though there was bluster in his voice, you could tell that young youkai was nervous by the way he kept looking around. Evidently he was wary that I wasn't alone.
“All I see here are a bunch of rude kids from the lake harassing a fellow inhabitant of these woods,” you say, crossing your own arms. “Naughty kids like you should calm down and reevaluate their priorities, lest a big scary youkai eat you all up as a snack.”
As it didn't look like they weren't going to be convinced just by words, you casually raise your hand to remove your hood, in the process showing off your very sharp nails. Immediately, you observe slight panic in their faces as they understand that you are more than capable of acting upon threats. It's a matter of instinct for them too. A sweet little face like yours belies the amount of damage you can do if you try.
One of the girls looks at the first male, the one who is no doubt the leader of their small group. “Let's just go,” she says, trying to play off her anxiety with feigned indifference.
“Yeah,” one of the other boys agrees, “we can just come back later. Everyone else will be here tonight, anyhow.”
“Tsk fine,” the leader agrees with a shrug. “Let's go, guys. She isn't worth it.”
With a smug little smile, you watch them leave, chatting loudly among each other in a futile show of defiance. Too much dignity for a lot that was just put harshly in their place, you think.
“I suppose you want me to thank you?” the remaining person asked. Clearly she didn't think much of your intervention, the same impatience you heard before still in her voice.
“Let's just start with introductions, why don't we?” you say with a smile, sizing her up. She was a short youkai with pointed ears and lilac wings that matched her hair color. Her arms were still crossed projecting a somewhat confrontational confidence. She definitely would have gotten into a fight with the others if you hadn't stepped in. “I'm Kagerou, I don't think we've met before but I usually spend a lot of time in this forest.”
“Mystia,” she says with a shrug and no further explanation.
“Sorry, did I do something wrong?” you ask.
“No, you're just not interesting. I suppose that expecting a human this far into the woods was asking for too much. You only just look mostly human.”
“I'll take that as a compliment,” you say, trying to figure her out. Sure, you're proud of the effort you put in into looking well-groomed, but as the full moon draws near you tend to look less and less human. Your nails are an example. It's harder to conceal them. Your long, auburn and lustrous hair starts getting shaggy and more voluminous much to your eternal despair. Not to mention all the unwanted things that pop up... elsewhere. “So, do you know what this platform is for?” you ask, trying to make conversation.
“Yes,” she states simply, uninterested in elaborating.
“Do you know anything about a piece of an amulet being around here?” you try something else.
“...” she looks away, ignoring you completely.
“Waiting for someone? Or for something to happen?”
“..............” more of nothing. Though she's trying her best to look disinterested and aloof, you can just tell that she's irritated at your presence.
It might be time to reevaluate strategies.
 Take a look around the area without engaging her further.
 Wait silently with her without saying a word.
 Be more confrontational in getting her to talk.1