Thugs
"What the?"
Just as the thug's fist was about to smash the poor man's face, it seemed to strike an invisible wall. Meanwhile, the other thug jumped back, realizing they were under attack. He looked up, spotting the two on the roof. Unfortunetly for him, that was all he could manage before a decorated blade impaled his chest, instantly ending his life. Meanwhile, the remaining three thugs filled the dead man's position, pulling out pistols and opening fire on the two. While not perfectly accurate, they did manage a drizzle of bullets that could threaten the two girl's life if they were not careful.
Taking this opportunity, the man scrambled towards his home, running as fast as a man his age could muster. He could feel it: his home, his daughter, all just beyond this street in an apartment clearly in view. OF course, it wouldn't be that easy.
The girl in the suit leaped from the giant metal trash can and landed in front of the man. "Where do you think your going old man?"