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.

wall. Rain cascaded down his

his unwavering gaze remained fixed on them. “Who are you?” he demanded, undeterred by the

money back!” roared the tall man,

he lunged

motion, he clasped the assailant’s wrist with a vice grip, gaining

strength, he elbowed the man’s chest, forcing

were fast, but the overwhelming

of his suit, penetrating his flesh, and crimson liquid

delivered a powerful kick to the assailant who had wounded him. The force of the kick sent the man

the assailants,