The shout distracted Cassie and she glanced up the alley, missing as the gang member pulled out a knife and lunged. Seeing him in her peripheral vision, Cassie turned slightly and caught his wrist, pulling him forward and over her shoulder to flip him onto his back. "You're really living up to the stereotypes they show in movies and stuff, you know," she told him, then looked back towards the guy who'd shouted.
"If you've got a cell phone, you might wanna call 911." That way she could leave this idiot for the cops and head on home herself.