Hawke hopped backwards, drawing the two to her. They were quick, she'd give them that, even if they weren't very experienced. Someone either taught them the finer points of thievery or they'd been growing up in Darktown, pickpocketing their way to the top. They didn't know how to engage enemies with fighting skills and it was obvious by the way they sent one person after Cullen when he was the heavy-hitter.

She ducked under the swipe of a blade and turned her own, smacking her first opponent with the pommel of her blade right in the solar plexus. With a wheeze, he crumpled, and she was free to focus on her other target. The man jumped back into the shadows, the one who'd done so before. She missed a slice to her forearm by inches as she turned, burying her second blade into his neck as he recovered. "They're not pig stickers," she said, kicking his body back and over his crouched comrade.