Senti had missed just one fact. While noone else in the street was moving to intervene, they were all determinedly looking away, too. Not that they didn't realise what was going on, but rather that what they didn't see then they couldn't potentially pass onto any sort of authority. Call it a rule of the street if you will, but the result was that watching such a crime was considered something between bad manners, and suicide.<br/><br/>She'd almost got away with it, though, before the big, burly fellow spotted her. His pudgy eyes narrowed and he scowled at her. "Ey, Boss! We got us a spectator!" The smaller man spun around to spot the girl and sneered. A pretty thing... He could make use of her. And Darrith wasn't going anywhere. His head half-turned toward the brute and nodded, as though to confirm that yep, he should get her.<br/><br/>Scarface was tossed aside, landing hard onto the floor and left to do little apart from groan and grab at his bruised, sore stomach. Meanwhile, the other two men approached the girl with outstretched hands. Though unarmed, it was more than a little obvious their intentions were bad.<br/><br/>This left Senti with just a handful of options. They were unarmed, and she certainly *could* deal with them... But that might draw attention. Admittedly not legal attention, but perhaps some other kind. Alternatively she could run and hope she knew the streets better than they, and that none of his friends would assist him. That or she could yield... But there was a light in his eyes that told her his intentions were a long, long way from friendly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>