[As she leaves his side to take care of their third assailant, Yosuke continues to push until he can feel that one of them has hit the floor. There's less resistance now from behind the object- so he lets the table fall and swings around for his own attack on the one left standing. He can't see well, and his fist lands into the guy's shoulder instead of his face like he had planned. His strike is returned with a fist of their own, cracking into him and sending him flying to the ground to join her.
He rubs his face, seeing stars. His vision clears only enough to see two figures standing above them, and he seizes up. They have those freaky guns pointed right at them, and he can hear the third guy getting up from under the table they'd shoved on them.]
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He rubs his face, seeing stars. His vision clears only enough to see two figures standing above them, and he seizes up. They have those freaky guns pointed right at them, and he can hear the third guy getting up from under the table they'd shoved on them.]
...Crap-!