Just as Lauritz brandished his electrified staff, undoing the curtain of steam around and in front of him, he saw the figure of one of the prisoners being thrown a considerable distance by a very powerful kick.
And the one who had struck that blow was...
No.
It couldn't be.
That guy doesn't have the energy to fight like that.
Lauritz looked around a little more, seeing some other men - big and experienced - lying unconscious, and the confusion in his mind only increased.
'But...'
However, before he could ask himself what was going on there, the answer came to him.
In a way.
Erick still didn't seem to be satisfied with whatever he was doing, as he threw himself at his attacker, whom Lauritz recognized as Isaac Blake, a brawler quite experienced in a style of combat he had stolen from a prominent family years before.
