With a few tricks and blows that they could barely track, the bewilderment of the group matched that of the gathered crowd. People had assembled on the crowded street, leaving just enough space to observe the fight—or rather, the one-sided fight.
The once-dominating and terrifying group of massive men had been reduced to something akin to training dummies, unable to do anything but absorb Vienna's relentless attacks.
This spectacle unfolded because Vienna's movements were swift, and her mysterious power wasn't something easily detectable, making it nearly impossible to predict the direction of her strikes.
'No… no…' Pablo, the scar-faced young master, stepped back, his eyes wide as he took in the chaos he had inadvertently caused. 'This isn't what I was expecting. Who is she?!'
