The situation was chaotic.
In the room, intense fighting sounds filled the air. Caroline Edwin and Blake had no weapons on them, engaging in hand-to-hand combat with the mercenaries, not falling short but subtly gaining the upper hand.
Her body moved agilely through the group, lifting her foot, hooking her fist; her fighting style was crisp and decisive without a hint of hesitation or drag.
Blake too was ruthless in his moves, each strike targeting the most vulnerable parts of the human body.
The two coordinated seamlessly, leaving these burly men with no advantage, instead ending up battered and bruised.
"..."
Joan Edwin, tightly protected by them, had a dazed look and a vacant stare, hardly believing the situation, pinched her thigh sharply. The clear pain brought her reason back.
Raising her eyes, she saw a tall, muscular man with a dagger in his hand, its blade emitting a chilling gleam under the faint light.
"Fuck!"
