The music was still playing, that same heavy bass line, now accompanied by screaming, gurgling death sounds, and the wet impacts of bodies hitting surfaces.
Three enforcers had managed to form a defensive formation in the corner, their Auras combined, weapons drawn.
"You can't take all of us at once, kid! We're D rank, we've been doing this for years, you're just one person–"
Damian grabbed a broken chair leg from the floor.
Then he charged straight at them, no technique, no elegance, just raw overwhelming violence.
The first enforcer swung an Aura-covered machete at his head.
Damian ducked under it, drove the chair leg into the man's groin with enough force to lift him off his feet, then brought it back up to smash into his jaw as he doubled over.
Teeth and blood flew.
The second enforcer tried to stab him with a knife.
Damian caught the wrist, twisted it until bones broke, then used the man's own momentum to drive the knife into the third enforcer's throat.
