"You've been warned," the scarred man growled, stepping forward. His eyes gleamed with malice. "This city is ours. You don't get to stroll in here, uninvited, and walk away unscathed."
Kaelen's lip curled into a slight, dangerous smile. "I don't take kindly to threats," he said, his voice low and steady, like the calm before a storm. His gaze swept over the men—calculating, precise.
The leader scoffed. "You think you can take all of us?" His hand reached for the dagger at his belt, a challenge in itself.
In a blur of motion, Kaelen drew his sword and sliced through the air. The man's blade never touched him. Instead, Kaelen's strike landed on his opponent's wrist, the dagger falling harmlessly to the ground as the man howled in pain.
