God of course this was how things were going. Two "kids" against grown thugs. At least Pria was still standing over her target.

"Language."

Was all she said before bringing the pole arm across his cheek as hard as she could. It probably wouldn't take them out, but it would be enough to let her hold her mirror up to him and let the shot release. She looked away as the captured shot rang out, down onto the nearly immobilized target. 

She wasn't happy to do this. But she didn't have many options.