Scars Of A Broken Bond

However, his well-honed instincts and years of combat training instantly kicked in, allowing him to react swiftly.

Tyrone deftly sidestepped the attacker. The sharp blade cut through the air where he had just been a moment before. Moving quickly, he delivered a precise strike to his opponent’s wrist, forcing him to drop the weapon with a yelp of pain.

The remaining five assailants closed in, each with a knife in hand.

Their eyes burned with fury as they circled him.

Tyrone dodged another attack, kicking the knife out of one of the men’s hands.

Unyielding, they relentlessly continued the assault. Their coordinated strikes left little room for Tyrone to escape unscathed.

Despite his best efforts, Tyrone couldn’t escape unharmed. During the struggle, a blade grazed his arm, drawing a crimson line. Fuelled by adrenaline, he swiftly retaliated by flinging one of the men over his shoulder.

a vigilant stance against the wall. Rain cascaded down his face, making it difficult to recognize any of the men before

are you?” he demanded, undeterred by the

roared the tall man,

he lunged

one fluid motion, he clasped the assailant’s wrist with a vice grip, gaining control over the

his strength, he elbowed the man’s chest, forcing him

coordinated assault on Tyrone. His reflexes were fast, but the overwhelming odds proved challenging. He couldn’t avoid every

tore through the sleeve of his suit, penetrating his flesh, and crimson liquid spilled from the deep gash. The raindrops pelted down, washing away the blood

who had wounded him. The force of the kick sent the man flying backward, clutching his stomach in agony. A guttural sound escaped the man’s lips as he spat a mouthful of

go!” urged one of the assailants, his desire to retreat evident in