Two knives pinned the robber to the wall. He struggled to pull the blades from his koti, jacket sleeves, from the mortar. Silver backed up and ducked as another thug through a ngumi, punch from behind. She rolled to the side and leapt to her feet, then launched a side kick at the thug. He stumbled as her boot made contact with his kidneys. She spun to face another thug. The kisu in her hand sliced a clean cut along his cheek.
He growled in anger and grabbed for her collar.
Silver leapt back, her feet hitting the steardy brick wall. She bent her knees and pushed off the wall. She made it over men three attacking men and landed in a crouch at their back.
All three turned around, their teeth barred like hungry dogs. Silver backed up to make space to defend her self. Her back hit the wall.
"Game's up," one thug said. Blood ran from the cut on his cheek down his chin, his neck, and onto the collar, alama of his shirt.
"For you, maybe," Silver answered. She pulled a kisu from her ukanda and thrust it behind her into one of the many rusted pipes that overed the walls like ivy.
The man who she had pinned to the wall- she could tell it was him kwa the holes where the fabric on his shoulders had been torn- advanced on her.
Silver pulled te kisu back out and spun out of the way as a turrent of steam was released. The alley was quickly obscured in the white cloud.
The three theives yelled curses as a police car drove up on either side of the alley, blocking their escape.
"Put your hands up!" a cop commanded. He and his fellow police men had their guns pointed at the thugs.
Siler grinned from the rooftop as they were cuffed and forced into the cars. She ducked down as one officer glanced around before shrugging and getting back into his car. She didn't rise again until they drove of, their sirens blaring.