Two men towered over the boy, casting his fearful face in shadow. In their hands, blades. On their faces, snarls. "Where's the money, yih little shit?" One man swung a fist at the boy, no older than 17 by the look of it. The young man cried out, falling to the floor before taking a kick to the gut, winding him. The two men raised their voices, raising their voices but kicking before they got answers. In fact, they were so loud they didn't see the man charging them. Nor did they see the sun catching his folding knife as he tore through one man's thigh, driving a fist into his gut and sending him to the floor. Flint wasn't much for heroics. He wasn't much for letting kids get beaten up either. Such personal conflicts usually challenged the barber, but the choice was quite simple here. The second man cried out in surprise, his friend curled up in a ball of agony. The brutish thug swung at Flint, the barber's neck within a hair's reach of the blade. Channeling his magic, the barber felt his hands jerk upward, slamming the butt of his blade into a pressure point on the man's wrist, causing him to drop his sword to the ground. Seeing his chance, Flint seized the thug's shoulders, attempting to bring his head to strike the bridge of his enemy's nose. Unfortunately the thug saw it coming. He too seized Flint's shoulders with his hands, bringing his knee up to wind the barber, bringing him down. The thug retrieved his weapon, but before he could strike Flint down, the kid slammed a fist between the criminal's legs. The man fell, and was knocked out by a swift kick to the head from the boy. Flint looked at the boy, whose eyes were cemented open in fear. "There are more of them. Run y'idiot!". With that, the boy disappeared down the alley. Flint rose, groaning in pain before eventually straightening up. "You're welcome!... maybe you were a little shit", he mumbled, looking down the alley just in time to see half a dozen men who looked equally thuggish as before charge the alley towards him. "Ah crap" Flint sprinted, leaving the alley and heading for the Elbion marketplace. Bursting through shops and vaulting counters before leaving through the back and repeating. Once he thought he'd lost track of his pursuers, the barber made for a nearby house, bursting through the door and closing it behind him, huffing and puffin with fatigue. He didn't even consider the pair of eyes that now rested at him from inside the building.