Fylen landed on the ground, out of breath. The Coinshot was down, at least for right now, thanks to a well timed shot of metal, but the man with the gun was still dangerous, he still didn't know his Investiture if there was one, and the third criminal, the Thug as he had quickly found out, was still up and coming for him.
He wasn't sure how much longer he could last, so he tapped tin to see two figures at the end of the alleyway. "A little help?" he bellowed.
@SpiritOfWrath (somebody tag Wit, I don't have enough energy to figure out how to do so.)