Kicking another person, Calhoun quickly ran away from there as the wound felt like it was spreading the pain throughout his body, and one of the men had got a hit against the side of his head. He needed time before he could fight them again, and he huffed for air, his body staggering as he ran through the alleys and the men followed him quickly on his heel.
When Calhoun hid between the walls and away from the eyes, the main man who was in charge of the group demanded,
"Where is he?! He should be somewhere close by! Make sure to drag and bring him to me!"
"Sir!" came the collective voices from the other six men who had accompanied the man who just ordered them.
"Everyone split up!" came the next order, and the men dispersed from the streets.
