The soft whirrrr of a grappling hook was a good announcement that Pidge was coming down to the street behind the thugs if you knew what you were listening for. But her footfalls made no sound at all.

This girl had some chutzpa, it was hard not to be impressed. She couldn't see the knife bending, but the thugs seemed to take a collective half-step back.

Pidge signaled Daria from the shadows, and held up her Bayard before pointing at her own legs. Need me to give them a hit to the knees?