High above the docks, the figures watched the battle. Their faces were hidden in a hood.
"Evan is playing with them," the figure murmured.
Another one stepped out of the shadows, their voice low. "He shouldn't underestimate them. That Dud has caused enough trouble already."
"Let him have his fun. It won't matter in the end." another said.
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The fight raged on. Luthor emerged from the shadows, a rusted pipe in hand. He swung it at Evan's back, but Evan spun around at the last second, deflecting the blow with his sword.
"Nice try," Evan said, kicking Luthor in the chest and sending him sprawling.
Tracy retrieved her spear and thrust it at Evan, forcing him to step back. Ferah seized the opportunity, her blade slashing at his side. Evan twisted away, but the tip of her sword caught him, drawing a thin line of blood.
His grin faltered for the first time. "Well, that's annoying."
