Jag, in the meantime, had just taken a kick in the chest that sent him sprawling back out of the pub, and onto the curb. He only just managed to catch himself, so his bum didn't take the worst of his fall (for all that he scraped his hands as a result), and he scrambled back to his feet as the other two joined them outside.

He ran straight at the nearest, shortest one, which happened to be the one going after the redheaded toff, and barreled into him, taking him to the ground.