MARGAUX
I stared at Kevin, sending a smirk his way as I threw the knife that I had caught which had almost grazed him, at one of the people in black. The knife hit him right in the chest, instantly making him fall ungraciously on the floor, lifeless.
Countering my smirk, I watched Kevin make his move, knocking one of Takahashi's men in three punches.
"Not bad," I said, turning around right after, blocking an attack from the yakuza.
I was well aware that we were outnumbered. I could also guarantee that more will keep coming. Yet, out of the corner of my eye, I could see that despite the number, Kevin and his crew seemed to have picked up what was going on and had joined in the battle which I had, unintentionally, brought over.
