The car hit another bump and lost control, sending them both flying against the hard surfaces of the back seat. Would John have the advantage?
John wasn't sure as another tension arose. Three men from the Black Warriors emerged from the Lamborghini but John wasn't aware what next, their steps slow and deliberate, as if they had all the time in the world. Each one moved with the grace and precision of seasoned martial artists.
The first man, tall and broad-shouldered, had a hawk-like gaze that that could send shivers down the spine. His attire, a deep black cloak that flared slightly at his feet, made him appear larger than life. His hands were wrapped tightly in worn leather bands, evidence of the countless battles he may have fought.
