The third assailant was smarter. There were no more sounds—no footsteps, no heavy breathing, just oppressive silence. Gates froze, scanning the darkness with his ears, trying to pick up any sign of movement. Nothing. This one was different, likely more experienced.
'How do I draw them out?'
Gates began to move cautiously, circling the area. Then it hit him—his attackers were trained to fight in the dark, but they would rely on his movements to pinpoint his location. He could turn that against them. Making a soft scraping noise with his foot, he deliberately made it sound like he was in one spot while stealthily moving in the opposite direction.
