Alexa's vision is full of fist. She has just enough time to note FURY picked out across the knuckles, and then her head is ringing like a bell. She staggers back, one arm clutching her face and another raised to catch the incoming swing of the whip staff. A quick yank knocks Thug #2 off balance and buys her a second to look around. Skotos is gone. Taken? Ran away? Gods, let her have run away. Rusty's gone too. Good sign, they're unlikely to have captured a dog quietly. A whistling noise reminds her that she's fighting, and she raises the Aegis just in time to turn Knuckle's haymaker into a wrist-stinging blow. But... Her eyes scan the square for escape routes. She doesn't need to fight them, doesn't [i]want[/i] to fight them, not even with her mother scowling at her. There! An alleyway, dark enough and cramped enough for her to monkey her way up the walls, up and out and over across the rooftops. It probably would have worked, too, in any other world. A lash out with the butt of the spear to crack against Knuckle's wrists, a twist of the whip to send it into Eyebrow's face, and a quick dash to the safety of the roof. In any other world, the thugs couldn't fly. [6 on Get Away.]