The battle exploded like a flashbang grenade in a small room.
"You seek death!"
Matthew Powell let out a cold snort. Instead of retreating from the gleaming blades and swinging pipes, he advanced. He moved like a tiger plunging into a flock of sheep, a force of nature meeting a wall of flesh.
In an instant, blades chopped down from every angle, a chaotic storm of steel and violence aimed at his head and limbs.
"Ahhh!"
To the side, Shannon and Sandy screamed, covering their eyes with trembling hands. They couldn't bear to watch. They expected to hear the sickening sound of blades cutting into flesh, to see their savior fall in a pool of blood because of them.
But the next second, the sound they heard wasn't cutting.
Thump! Thump! c***k! Thump!
A series of dull, heavy impacts echoed
