The remaining three finally overcame their shock and attacked together, trying to use their numbers advantage. They moved with the trained coordination of those who'd studied combat, their enhanced elf reflexes making them fast.
Not fast enough.
Jorghan ducked under the first punch, redirected the second with a movement that sent its owner stumbling past him, and caught the third elf's wrist mid-strike. He twisted, using leverage rather than pure strength, and the elf's own momentum became his enemy.
A sickening crack suggested something important had broken as Jorghan released his grip and let the youth fall.
The elf who'd stumbled past recovered quickly, spinning back with a kick aimed at Jorghan's head. Jorghan swayed back just enough for the foot to pass inches from his face, then stepped inside the elf's guard. His fist drove into the elf's ribs—once, twice, three times in rapid succession, each impact making precise contact with vulnerable points.
