Talon stood with calm composure, his eyes narrowed, calculating every step they took.
"Stay here, Crystal," Talon whispered, his gaze never leaving the advancing enemies.
Without hesitation, the two men lunged at Talon simultaneously.
Talon responded with swift precision, exchanging blows with each of the attackers in turn. He dodged, parried, and struck back.
Suddenly, a third man appeared from behind Talon, his footsteps silent.
In his hands, he held a large wooden stick, about the size of a golf club, and he raised it high, ready to bring it down hard on the back of Talon's head.
Crystal saw the danger unfold before her eyes, panic surged through her.
She was about to rush forward, but a sharp pain shot through her leg.
It was only then she realized her foot had been injured earlier when she had kicked one of the attackers who tried to assault her.
"Ah, damn it! Why is my leg so weak now?!" she muttered angrily.
