The unnamed thug is swearing under his breath, swinging around to see who else has invited herself to the party, when Steve brings the edge of his makeshift weapon down on his skull.

He stumbles to one side, flailing an arm at Steve to try and ward off that following blow. Unfortunately for him, size can't wholly make up for the element of surprise and a direct blow to the head. "Fuck! Karg- Kargash!"

His buddy's having better luck for the moment. Bryn got in a good hit, but when the big guy steadies himself and takes a swing at her instead of backing down, she realizes abruptly that she... didn't really plan this out. It takes a blow from Kargash to spur her back into hitting him, with more anger and determination than actual aim.

All the same it bloodies his nose, and it's enough. Kargash has been choked, punched and insulted way too much for a simple job like this should have been. His partner's reeling from some tiny punk's lucky shot and this is just not worth it. He shoves Bryn off her feet, then pounds over to knock Steve away from his pal. "Enough! Come on, this ain't worth the hassle!"