The man with the scar on his chin landed the first blow on Luke, looking down on him with a look of wicked glee. "This your first time fighting? You're clumsy."
Panting, Luke scrambled back over the gritty ground, his wide eyes fixed on the metal pole that had just hit him.
The scarred man's eyes glinted with amusement, dragging the pole across the ground, creating an eerie, scraping echo in the empty warehouse. Each clang sounded like a death knell.
Ein's muscles strained as he dodged attacks from three different directions, lungs burning with exertion. He kept Luke in sight, frustration clawing at him. How many times did he have to tell Luke to focus on the attacker, not the weapon?
"Get up!" Ein shouted. "Eyes on the enemy!"
Luke hurriedly pushed himself up, getting in defensive position.
