The first man—Jarron—was lying helplessly on the ground, groaning painfully and holding his broken hand.
The other man's backward steps suggested that he was preparing to flee, but his eyes, grim with confusion, shifted between the girl standing and the man on the ground.
He seemed to finally resolve himself to abandon his partner. He gritted his teeth and made a run for it.
"Running after attempting robbery... how stupid."
The lady shifted one leg backward and ran forward, almost flashing across the distance, her legs swift, competing with the wind. Reaching the man's position, she rolled across, carrying her body with angelic grace.
She landed on the man, a powerful kick slamming over his head.
Blood spurted out of his nose and mouth, his eyes rolled back, and his weakened legs dropped to their knees. He collapsed and completely passed out.