Quinn moved.
His hands were held in the same boxing stance he had adopted lately and his feet were squared at the same distance with his shoulder.
The first person to get to him had been the boy with the shmiters, he came in with a wide swing, aiming to throw Quinn off from his focus, but Quinn grabbed his hands, just below where the shmiters blade started, he twisted and was about to dislocate the arm.
Swoosh!
But he had to suddenly leap back from a slash by the pole-wielding boy, the two boys stood side by side and faced him together.
So that was their plan. They were aiming to attack him in turns, one of them would distract him while the other came in with a sneak attack. He would have been impressed if they weren't so predictable.
