"What's going on?" The leader cried out in alarm. His hand snatched the hand axe from the side, while his other drew the musket from his waist. Together with his underlings, he charged straight out, weapons ready.
Gang clashes were as common as meals here, so they were all sufficiently vigilant.
The moment they stepped out, a bloody scene greeted them. Two masked figures were mercilessly slaughtering their gang members. The ground was strewn with the bodies of those who had stayed behind.
"Damn it!" The leader shouted furiously, raising his musket to fire.
Dismas, having just slit a man's throat, faced the charging leader without any panic, even taking the initiative to meet him head-on.
Thrust!
With a single stride, the distance between him and his enemy closed instantly. The Short Sword in his hand slashed at the leader's wrist, interrupting his action.
"Ah!"
