The back door flew open, and a slender young man stepped out into the alley. Stepping out into the moonlight, his boyish features were more clear, it was Leon! He pulled back his cloak and drew a silver rapier with her left hand, pointing it at the the thug who was the closest to his sister. "Why don't you pick up someone your own size?" he chuckled softly, knowing he was the same height as his sister.<br/><br/>Then without further warning, Leon vaulted over the shoulders of the thug closest to him, and into the thick of the melee where they were still trying to harass his sister. He lashed out with his rapier, cutting a V into the air, spinning a little to catch a second thug on the upswing of his second swipe.  Both of his targets collapse, groaning.<br/><br/>With a sudden surge of undignified delight, "Precious" squeeled and claped, bouncing up and down three times--which made her generous bosom jiggle.  But on the third trip up her left hand went behind her back and smoothly dress a little knife point up from behind her dress.  Dropping into a crouch, she hurled it end over end through the air at a brute turning to face 'Leon..."<br/><br/>...and burrying it in the thug's bottom!  The squeal he makes as he falls to the ground is rather higher pitched than the others.<br/><br/>With a wild grin at her increasing sucess, 'Precious ruse to her feet.  Tossing the dagger high into the air, she droped a throwing knife out of her sleeve into her right hand. THis she tossed under handed into another bastards bottom...<br/><br/>,,,  Or tried too!  A lucky turn saved his bacon and hte dagger skidded across the alley floor!<br/><br/>Leon clapped as his sister took out one of the remaing thugs, but then made an exaggerated tisking sound when the courtesan threw a knife that didn't even come close to its intended target.<br/><br/>"My dear," he spoke in a soft, light tone, "we can't just be tossing knives about, we need to teach these brutes a lesson!" he lifted the hem of his cloak, waving it in the faces of the two left standing in front of him, and following right behind the black flowing cloth was the tip of his rapier. His feet danced lightly as he dispatched the two with practiced ease, and he turned to face the lone remaining thug.<br/><br/>"Had enough?" he turned to his sister, "do we need to keep this one on his feet? What brought you out here, my love?"<br/><br/>"Truth be told, my lord," 'Precious replied, stapling the fleeing brute's sleeve to the near wall with a knife, "I would like to have a few words with him."  The pinned man's eyes bulge with fear as he glances first at the approaching pair, then around at the men scattered on the floor, bleeding and groaning.  He attempts a sickly grin.  "Words, yeah.  I can do that."  He sounds desperate, eager to please, as though his life depends on it.  Possibly an apt observation, from the brute.