Erik and Mia struggled to maintain their footing as the crowd around them grew more frenzied. The mob seemed endless. More and more people emerged from the alleyways and streets and their move becoming increasingly erratic and violent. The two of them fought back as best they could but they were holding back their strength, because if they are using their true strength, they will inflict severe harm on the civilians. However, the people attacking them showed no such restraint.
Erik swung his sword with its scabbard again, knocking back a woman whose eyes were wild with fury. But even as she fell another person rushed him from the side, catching him off-guard. He grunted in pain as their fists connected with his face. He regained his balance quickly then swinging his sheathed sword again.
"These bastards just keep coming!" Erik cursed under his breath, dodging a kick aimed at his legs.
