It was Alex.
"I didn't expect the great Chief Constable Simon Reed to know some Marital Arts," Alex said lightly, almost playfully.
"A bunch of rats!" Alex sneered. "Too timid to even show your true faces. If you are real men do you dare to take off those masks from your faces!"
With a flourish, he drew the machete, its blade gleaming under the early morning light.
The two men at his sides followed suit, their blades trembling slightly, betraying their nerves.
Simon didn't mind them at all. His heart hammered not with terror, but anticipation.
Surrounded by dozens of men, and yet he felt no desperation.
He was, after all a Martial Artist.
A quick glance informed him everything he had to know of them: that they are nothing but small street thugs in his opinion, their have not any professional training.
Even if they have they have only done below-average kung fu at best.
