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"Cassandra, get out of here!" he bawled as he lunged onto the man in white.
I looked around for some sort of weapon, and spied the man with the pistol pulling himself to his feet. I launched myself at him, knocking our heads together as we fell. Gasping with pain, I sat up, shaking my head. The man beneath me groaned and tried to sit up as well.
I struck him as hard as I could directly on the temple and watched with satisfaction as his head snapped back and hit the curb.
Various oaths and strangled noises were issuing from the two men still locked in battle. Griffin had a hold of the knife, but the smaller man was slowly turning it towards Griffin's face. Sucking on a bleeding knuckle, I limped over to them and waved my fists at the attacker. Abruptly, the man released the knife, ducked down, and squirmed out of Griffin's grasp. Grabbing his semi-conscious partner, he leaped into the carriage, whipped the horses, and sped off.
Griffin leaned against the wall, breathing heavily and holding his right shoulder.
"Well," I said, straightening my costume as best I could and feeling especially pleased at the thug's reaction to the threat I posed him, "there's another one for Caleb."
Griffin looked at me as if I were insane. I explained.
"Despite your prowess in brawling," Griffin replied grimly, peering under his hand. "I think the appearance of that bobby coming around the corner had more to do with them running than the terrifying thought of you attacking."