Feyd saw the shadows gathering in the person's hands, but was a fraction of a second quicker, snapping on his lighter and pulling the flame into another whip. He cracked the person in the face once to stagger him, and then reached out to his opponent, grabbing a handful of his t shirt with one hand and tucked his other hand under his armpit. With one swift heave, the person was above Feyd's head and he left go. The other person slammed against the pavement and Feyd kicked him in the gut for good measure.

“RUN!” he shouted to the redhead, hoping over the crumpled heap of antagonist and taking off without really bothering to turn and see if she had listened or not.