Lexa only let out a small huff at Jack's muttered words. Her hand shot out to grab his wrist just as the other woman lifted her arms to heave her mallet through the air. Jack was clear. That meant it was time to [i]go[/i]. These people were dangerous enough to scare Jack, and she didn't have her sword. They needed to regroup or run or [i]something[/i]. 

But the second her fingers curled around Jack's wrist, the other man let out a small tutting noise. Lexa teleported to the next rooftop over with Jack in tow – but they weren't alone. 

"We aren't done yet."

The other man – [i]Joker[/i] – was with them. Lexa's eyes widened when she saw his bone white hand around her arm. [i]He was fast[/i]. Lexa hadn't even felt his hand on her before she'd teleported. The iron grip was undeniable now though, bruising pressure digging into her flesh. Lexa dropped her hold of Jack to throw a punch. She didn't expect it to connect. She just needed him [i]off[/i] of her so she could move. She needed to be free of him to teleport away with Jack.