Alicia, too, wasn't idle.
When one of the men lunged at her, thinking her an easier target, she reacted instantly. Ducking beneath his outstretched arms, she drove her knee into his stomach. He coughed violently, stumbling back, but she wasn't finished. She grabbed his arm, twisting it at an unnatural angle before throwing him onto the ground with sheer force.
The man groaned in pain, clutching his side.
But soon she was subdued and one man kept her pinned down.
Now Eveline was alone against the remaining four men.
Ignoring the fallen man, who continued to writhe in pain from her earlier counterattack, the saintess moved with swift precision, her body a testament to years of training. Though danger loomed, a faint part of her heart hoped that the injured man would recover quickly. Her commitment to goodness and mercy remained unshaken, even in the direst of situations.
