Lucie had already dispatched one of the men, with a series of kicks to his face, gut, and crotch, knocking him down fully with a hard blow of her elbow to his temple; he was slumped, senseless, against the wall, knife still in his hand. She moved with quick, economical grace, increasingly so as she got over her hard landing, ducking and dodging and always being where the blows weren't.
There were fragments of brick flying through the air, which was another development she hadn't foreseen, but although one clipped the side of her head near the beginning of the fight, it glanced harmlessly off her helmet, which had taken much worse damage over the last decade or so. Still, they were a distraction, one more thing to keep her eye on as she moved in on one of the thugs. Dropping low to the ground, she swept her leg around, knocking his feet out from under him, and grabbed his arm as he fell, twisting it up with a very final-sounding crunch as his own weight broke his arm. Before he could even scream, she kicked him solidly in the throat, leaving him gasping as she launched herself at the third (and, thanks to the other Bandit, last) assailant.
"Stop throwing those fucking bricks!" she ground out towards her unwanted ally, the voice-changer lowering her voice to something more masculine and resonant, and ducked forwards under a punch, using her momentum to headbutt her attacker solidly in the stomach.