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.

stood in a vigilant stance against the wall. Rain cascaded down his face, making it difficult to recognize any

are you?” he demanded, undeterred by the danger he

our money back!” roared the tall man,

rage, he lunged at

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

elbowed the man’s chest, forcing him

other five men wasted no time launching a coordinated assault on Tyrone. His reflexes were fast, but the overwhelming odds proved challenging. He couldn’t avoid every

penetrating his flesh, and crimson liquid spilled from the deep gash. The raindrops pelted

a fierce roar as he delivered a powerful kick to the assailant who had wounded him. The force of the kick sent the man flying backward, clutching his stomach in agony. A guttural sound escaped the

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