[ well, bruce warned them. he sets his jacket neatly down atop a discarded cardboard box, then without warning darts forward, spinning in a roundhouse kick that nearly breaks the first mugger's forearm. the stranger howls, the knife falling from nerveless fingers as he clutches his arm to himself, and bruce shoves himself between rhys and the two men. he kicks the injured mugger's knee out, then punches him in the face, breaking his nose in a spray of blood as he collapses in a heap.
the second guy, seeing what bruce did to his companion, yelps and scrambles back, turning to flee deeper into the maze of alleys.
for a few moments, bruce stands there, ready, fists white-knuckled-- but as the mugger on the ground only moans and holds his face, the teen turns to rhys once more with concerned blue eyes. ]
We should get out of here before the other guy comes back with help. Are you okay?
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the second guy, seeing what bruce did to his companion, yelps and scrambles back, turning to flee deeper into the maze of alleys.
for a few moments, bruce stands there, ready, fists white-knuckled-- but as the mugger on the ground only moans and holds his face, the teen turns to rhys once more with concerned blue eyes. ]
We should get out of here before the other guy comes back with help. Are you okay?