He hadn't seen the masked man coming up, so that crack and the sudden scream of his attacker was just as much a surprise to Aimery as it was to the muggers. As they refocused, he scrambled backwards, trying to get away from the fight, until the man on the ground grabbed at his foot. Aimery's kicking was much less graceful than Adrian's fighting, but his flailing was sufficient to kick the guy in the face with enough force to make him reconsider, so he at least managed to get himself free.

It was a very short-lived fight. Two of the men were on the ground —one curled in a ball and moaning softly, the other unconscious— while the third abandoned his companions and made a run for it. Aimery watched him go, then stared at his rescuer for a few good seconds before pulling himself to his feet and tentatively calling out, "Thank you."

Aimery was slightly more concerned with accidentally becoming Adrian's next target than the assholes on the ground or the blood on his face.