Suzanne
The man she left behind her body was clinging to her with everything that he had, making her swing back with her dagger a difficult task. Even with fukk force and elasticity, his head was against her back and all she would do was hit his forehead in an odd angle.

Because of the kneeling man's hold of her waist, the tackle to her gut did not go as she envisioned. In fact, her upper body was knocked back, tilting backward and making her slash go wide and miss entirely as it hit nothing but air.

It was Joss Fletcher that ultimately distracted the group. His desperate cling to the fourth's shins made the running thug fall short and on his face, hitting his nose on the hard ground. The first man, who was bleeding from his calf, tried to stand to get the kid. The one that was kneeling behind Emiko was rolling to the side after she was made to fall on her back and, the one who tackled her, was grounding her, or attempting to, and throwing punches down at her face, eager to get his knife at the end of a flurry of punches to try to stab her head in.
Judy
The fear that accompanied the fight did not make Joss very dignified in the moment — gasping in gulps of air like he was going to cry, as he moved quickly up the prone form of the man he'd tackled, going to slam the handle of his knife into the back of the man's head. He wasn't completely sure how he might manage to knock him out cold — he knew only that it had happened to him once after a blow to the head. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the movement of the man he'd cut trying to get up — and the woman still seemed to be in trouble — he hissed to the man trying to rise, as he himself rose, with a second, stomp to the downed man's head if he moved — 

"Stay down f'fucks sake — I don' wanna have to cripple yer other leg!" It was half a threat, half an extension that his intentions had not been as deadly as theirs. And he would rush with wet bursts of snow under his feet to try and get at the man who had tackled the woman — to slash from behind at his upper arms, making his attacks painful and difficult — trying to drag the man backwards by the back of his shirt.
April
Emiko had been going off the hope that her initial hit to the man's head meant that any other hits would put him out. Unfortunately this wasn't the case, and instead of stabbing the man who was tackling her, she was now on the ground, on her back, arms pulled up to her head to instinctively try and defend herself.

Which is when she reacted. The thief wasn't exactly one to use her light tricks in the middle of a fight, because it split her concentration a little too much, but she was currently desperate, and not exactly thinking. So, all of a sudden, her hands and arms lit up, the glow enough to be considered bright during the day, it was almost painfully blinding in the darkness. And then the light flashed, like a strobe, a few times, most likely disorienting anyone looking in her direction, if not temporarily and/or painfully blinding them, Emiko herself unaffected as her affinity to light meant that her eyes couldn't be bothered by it