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I throw the purse as far away as I can. As it arcs through the air, it
comes open and spills the contents over the pavement before landing at the
feet of one of the pursuers. This brings the would be do-gooders to a
halt, while they help the young lady gather up the contents. She looks
none-too-happy with me, but I couldn't care less. I soon find that that might not have been one of my better actions, as one of the men decides to do something on the young lady's behalf, so he'd be "her hero". Giving him the once over, I notice he doesn't seem to be carrying any sort of low tech weapon such as a club. Energy weapons couldn't be used here. There were detectors all over the place. All it'd take was a brief discharge and the police would be swarming the area in seconds. I'm far from the toughest guy on the street, but I've plenty experience in dealing with musclebound thugs. He swings at me, but he telegraphed it, so I'm able to dodge. His forwards momentum takes him a few feet beyond me, but when he turns around again, I'm ready for him. I aim a kick at his knee. It connects, causing him to grunt in pain. He falls to the ground, clutching it. He's down, but I can't bring myself to follow through. From the noise he's making, you'd have thought I'd broken it, but I never kicked him that hard. Shouts from his irate friends soon set me right on that score. If I understood them correctly between the curses they were throwing at me, he'd had both legs broken a year ago in a hit and run incident, and that particular knee hadn't healed properly.
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