"Fuck." There was only one way to handle a big man that thought he was bigger than he was. That was beat the piss out of him, and them. Bryn growled. Gazing around at her surroundings, there was a pipe on the wall. She said a silent apology to whoever water she was about to cut off. She grabbed it and yanked, and was very satisfied when it cracked off with a loud sound of bending and breaking metal, and a spray of water.
"Too late to run now. You should have stayed gone." The man that wasn't kicking John, came at her as if he were going to grab her. Apparently he had a thing against hitting women, but not stealing from them. She cracked him over the head with the pipe, she didn't kill him, not quite, but she did crack his head open.
Shifting her hold on the pipe she swung it at one guy too busy kicking a man while he was down to pay attention to her, catching him in the chin, simultaneously knocking him out and launching him out of the alleyway. That would get attention. The third man got pushed up against the wall. The sharp end of the pipe held against his heart like it was a sword. "Give me a reason not to skewer you were you stand.... John?" The fierceness was out of her tone with the one word question. She had only thought to stop the beating. She could hear his heart beat... but... "Are you alright? Can you get up?" They both would need to run.