On Nyra's side, things were far smoother than on Korrin's. Without powerful professionals like the giant warrior or the sharpshooter to contend with, the opposition was far less threatening.
The gangsters, though numerous, lacked coordination and shattered around, they were easily overwhelmed by Nyra's shadow assaults and the precision of her group.
Nyra spun to her left, narrowly avoiding a clumsy swing from a desperate gangster.
Her sharp reflexes allowed her to counter instantly, soon a shadow blade materializing in her hand as she slashed across his throat.
The man fell to the ground, groaning in pain. None of them showed any mercy, they all know not a single member of the BloodHawk gang was a good one, and each committed more crimes than another.
"Another down," she muttered, glancing over her shoulder.
