"Ugh..."
For now, the punishment for the traitor was complete. Lucan had felt it was necessary to hit this man, so achieving this small goal was satisfactory.
Lucan stood up, his breath steady, eyes cold and calculating as he assessed the remaining ruffians.
"Subdue him!" One of the ruffians, likely their leader, barked out the command. The others surged forward.
Three of them came at him first, knives gleaming menacingly in the low light. Lucan's body moved on instinct. The first man slashed wildly, aiming for Lucan's throat, but he easily dodged the strike, his head tilting just out of reach.
