The moment I took a step forward, the men lunged at me all at once. Five against one.
But their level of fighting is below mine.
The first swung a crowbar at my ribs, but I sidestepped, grabbing his wrist and twisting hard. The crack of bone snapped through the air as he howled in pain, dropping the weapon. Before he could react, I slammed my elbow into his jaw, sending him sprawling to the floor.
The second man charged, throwing a wild punch. I ducked, driving my fist into his stomach, then hooked my arm around his neck and slammed him onto the ground. His head hit the concrete with a sickening thud.
The third tried to tackle me, but I pivoted, using his momentum against him. I swept his legs out from under him and drove my knee into his chest. His breath left him in a sharp wheeze as
