Lukas saw two men running at him and four on the ground. His head was spinning and his ears were ringing. He was clear enough in the head to understand that he was seeing double, but not enough to compensate for that or even make any sort of plan.
All he could do was hold his head as the fighter punched him in his right side. Lukas spat up a few more specks of blood as another punch landed square in his gut.
Somehow he was still holding onto the chain of his kusarigama despite the pain and confusion. As more blunt strikes hit Lukas and began to clear the fog away, something became sharper and clearer in his mind.
With each strike that hit him, and each scrap of their shoes against the stone floor, he heard something fall in time with those sounds and moments. It was like everything was a part of a score that only he could read.
Soon, he began to understand it.
It was what he heard back in Mistfell.
