With two of his opponents dispatched, Diego chanced a glance at the door to see if the lady had safely made it outside, only to notice with some dismay that one of the thugs had managed to sneak past him and cut her off.  However, he couldn't help but watch as she touched the side of the man's head and put him in some kind of trance before he simply crumpled to the floor like a sack of potatoes.  Diego's distraction cost him, his attention stolen back by a raging shout.  He turned back to the fight just in time to take two punches to the jaw, the coppery taste of blood in his mouth immediately following.  Fortunately, the blows were wild and glancing, the man simply trying to land as many hits as possible without worrying about what they actually did.  Diego's arms came up to defend himself, watching the man through his defenses until he spotted a hole in his attack.  The open handed scratch came, much wider and slower than a straight punch, and Diego went to catch the arm, intending to swing his other arm from underneath and dislocate the man's elbow before driving his own elbow into his face.  Nothing meant to be permanently crippling, just a lesson in respect.<br/><br/>His attention back on the fight, and clearly no reason to worry about the lady any longer, Diego kept one eye on the remaining thug, almost daring him to try and succeed where at least two others had miserably failed.