Arthur moved like he had been born for this exact situation — surrounded, outnumbered, but never truly outmatched. His steps were small and controlled. His fists were straight and efficient. No wasted movement. No extra sound. Every punch landed where it needed to, with the exact force needed to take someone out of the fight.
On the other side, Daniel had a big smile on his face that looked almost out of place in that violent chaos.
He had both his hands tucked into his pants pockets.
He dodged a punch simply by leaning back, his upper body bending effortlessly. A foot came swinging toward his head — Daniel raised his leg and blocked it with his shin, then spun slightly and kicked the attacker's supporting leg.
The guy fell, his scream cut short as he hit the floor.
