As the adrenaline-fueled dance of conflict unfolded, Cyrus stood amidst the fallen foes, his body coated in blood and his eyes gleaming with an unrelenting determination. The unexpected nature of the confrontation only seemed to invigorate him further, each encounter becoming a testament to his resilience and adaptability within the unforgiving confines of the corridor.
As the relentless dance of combat continued, another desperate adversary entered the fray. Armed with makeshift brass knuckles, the thug seemed driven by a misguided sense of courage. However, the confined space of the corridor worked to Cyrus's advantage, restricting the thug's mobility and providing an opportunity for him to exploit their vulnerability.
