Come on, Allana thought as she edged backwards, feet crossing the threshold of the alley, just a few more steps and then we’ll see if you paid attention during Star Wars assholes.
“Look, please, I don’t—“ and that’s when she felt the new presence moving towards them far, far more rapidly than should have been possible. For a moment her panic wasn’t entirely feigned for the benefit of the muggers as she assumed the worst, that she had somehow attracted a demon’s attention and that it was moving in to get in on the action. Despite the fact that she was currently preparing to kick the crap out of them she couldn’t let the muggers get killed any more than she could have let the woman get mugged, not according to the code, and it would have devolved into a fight where she was trying to protect three extremely uncooperative muggers while also taking down a demon. A moment later, however, she realized that the panic was unfounded. The presence didn’t feel dark, just the opposite, and the only unusual thing about it was the speed at which it was approaching. Even that was explained a moment later, however, as a familiar face, one of the other people displaced by the seal, Clark, landed lightly, just behind her attackers and took up a stern stance as he spoke:
"All of you against her? Doesn't that seem a little unfair?"
Which meant the only question was—
“…are you wearing a cape? You are. You’re wearing a cape. Why are you wearing a cape?” Allana blurted out, so bewildered that she completely missed the fact that the mugger closest to her had apparently decided that enough was enough: their first victim getting away was one thing but a crazy Superman impostor and a teenage girl who they were supposed to be intimidating suddenly ignoring them in favor of an impromptu fashion critique? No. This was clearly not going to be allowed to happen. He flipped his switchblade open and swung out towards Allana’s arm, clearly thinking that she’d never be able to react in time. Unfortunately for him Force-enhanced reflexes sent her ducking safely out of the way well before the blade had reached her. A moment later he was pinned to the alley wall by an invisible pressure and Allana had her lightsaber out and pointed at the other two attackers as she stared over their heads at Clark, expression still puzzled. “I mean, that just doesn’t seem at all convenient,” she continued as if she had never been interrupted.