The very pit of her she felt panic, this wasn't his fight. And surely as she was standing there he was starting one with the four big men. "John. This isn't your fight. Run. Go. You have nothing to prove. You owe me nothing. You have more than proven that you don't care about me." Why stay for someone he didn't care about. Her panic would have been obvious to anyone that knew her even a little. The quick pace of her breath, the quaking in her hands. The rushed words. Urging him to go. These men could seriously hurt him. And she was already dead, what could they do more?
One of the men laughed at her. "Yea Johnny boy. Run. She'll likely be to sore for the likes of you, after we get through." He began cracking his fingers as they moved forward in the alley, their broad bodies blocking the way forward.
Bryn turned to face him. All the moxy she'd had about her not even five minutes ago. All the daring, all the hidden things. The strings showed she was sure of it. "John, please. Go."