The seconds ticked by, and Johan kept going, knocking down an opponent here and there, until the moment when he finally managed to take down the last enemy.
Between punches, kicks, rolls, jumps and other movements that he had only been able to perform thanks to the miracle that the Shadow Physician had granted him, Johan was carrying a series of scratches, bruises and cuts all over his body.
But he was still standing, breathing - panting - and alive.
However, there was still a much bigger challenge ahead of him.
"NO, ERICK!?" Lauritz's voice echoed behind him, as he turned to face the scene in front of the elevator.
Lauritz's nose was bleeding, his baton lay several meters away, several scratches covered the boy's face, and his uniform was torn in parts.
