All the thugs lunged at Alex at once. But Alex didn’t flinch, he moved like a machine, calm and precise.
The first man swung a baton, Alex caught it mid-air, twisted it, and sent the thug crashing into a wall. Two more rushed him with knives; he ducked under the swings, grabbed one by the arm, spun him into the other, sending both sprawling to the floor.
A thug with a sword charged. Alex sidestepped, slammed the man’s shoulder into a steel pillar, and the blade clattered away. Another tried to sneak from behind—Alex spun, elbowed him square in the jaw, and he went down, teeth scattering.
He made sure each one of them collected his beaten, and each was brutal, they didn't even recharge.
“Yaaaa”, Hades screamed, trying to catch him off guard. Alex intercepted, blocking the strike, then
