( && ); WRONG PLACE, WRONG TIME.
When the voice came from out of nowhere, Leto was the only one that didn’t react to it, instead he stayed where he stood. The mugger on the other hand, no doubt startled by the sudden intrusion into what should’ve been easy money, physically moved.
Only to end up with a knife through the foot.
Leto watched as the mugger let out a cry–mostly out of shock–before following with a mixture of curses and ineligible words. The man was stuck to where he was because that knife was really stuck to the ground. With the mugger distracted, Leto moved to where his backpack had been dropped, a few items scattered about but nothing important really. Just a mixture of pencils and markers, easily replaceable.
The young man looked rather focused as he picked up each item–even as the mugger behind him finally removed the knife from his foot and rushed towards his direction.
the moment the mugger moves, she’s THROWING herself from the fire escape,
shouting a warning to the man so attentive to the task at hand. she hits the
pavement with a thud, and she feels her ankle buckle beneath her. it’s the
feeling of a bone breaking, without any of the pain. an inconvenience more
than an injury.
legs spring her body forward, and she’s clutching to the assailant’s back,
arms wrapped around his neck and pulling backward; the heel of her boot
pushing into his groin.
he’s thrashing, arms raising to pull at her grip while he buckles under the
pressure of her foot between his legs. he drops to his knees and she lets
go, pulling another knife from her pocket and rushing at him once more.
it all happens in a second, and then he’s PINNED. her knees on his chest;
hands held above his head; knife at his throat.
she’s confident - perhaps too confident - that she has him safely down. the
pressure of the knife remains rough as she turns to look at the other man,
a look of concern mingled with anger and adrenaline.
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