A large, clumsy oaf like the leader of this particular band of thugs was trivially easy for Rho to dodge.  Large muscles, pitiful accuracy, and of course he was used to mixing it up with foes considerably taller than her...  All she had to do was duck, and his swings went wide.<br/><br/>Then his thugs got into it, and some other rebellious souls in the crowd stepped in.  There was gunfire, the<em>ding!</em>of a cash register hitting someone over the head...  And was that magic?  Watching as the ice crystals spontaneously formed on the two mooks who had been trying (and failing) to take her head off, Rho took a second to calculate the odds that the temperature would simply spontaneously drop enough for the water in the air to condense and freeze in that pattern.<br/><br/>...Okay.  Yeah.  Magic.  And a polite request to switch partners.  Smiling, the teenager nodded.<br/><br/>"Don't mind if I do."  She responded, swinging around the white-clad woman and using the momentum from that to kick the thug covering her in the chest.  "Kiyah!"<br/><br/>Alas, though her kick connected, she wasn't able to do much damage.  The thug stumbled back a bit, but still looked otherwise ready to fight.  Cursing her tiny feet, the young woman noted to rely more on her blade until she hit a growth spurt.