The remaining thugs froze, their expressions shifting from confidence to uncertainty as David released their companion, who crumpled against the wall clutching his shattered arm.
"As I was saying," David continued in the same calm tone, "I have nothing worth taking."
A heartbeat of silence passed before all three attacked simultaneously.
David moved with economical brutality, each strike targeting vulnerable points with surgical precision. A heel-palm thrust crushed the second attacker's larynx, leaving him on his knees, desperate for air that wouldn't come. The third received a devastating kick that pulverized his kneecap, sending him sprawling with a shriek cut short by a follow-up blow to the temple.
Drav, more cautious after witnessing his companions' swift defeat, circled with a longer blade drawn. "Who the fuck are you?" he growled, fear bleeding into his anger.
