Dropping out of a combat stance as the last two thugs drop to the ground unconscious, Katherine giggles.  She glides over, moving with unnatural grace, and delivers a swift kick to the one on the bottom of the newly-formed body pile, just below the ribs.  As she starts to hustle up the stairs she shouts down at them,  "Lesson learned, boys, let's get on deck before Mr. Scourge tans our hides."  Not wanting to be late herself, she didn't stop to pick them up, but maybe the wake-up call would prevent any further hostilities from these two.  If they were lucky, those two would spread the word to their buddies.<br/><br/>At the very least, they wouldn't miss a full day of work.  Letting that happen would be unconscionable.