The masked man, knife raised, lunged at Hans. His movements were swift, sharp, unreadable—clearly well-trained.Hans spun his steel rod, blocking the strike. CLANG! The clash of metal rang out through the night. He staggered back a step, then retaliated with a quick blow to his opponent’s knee.The man winced, stumbling, but refused to yield. His knife flashed again, slashing toward Hans’s hand.“Argh!” Hans cried out as the blade sliced across his palm. Blood instantly welled up.“Hans!” Angelina screamed from inside the car. Her body trembled; she wanted to get out, but her legs felt frozen.Hans clenched his jaw, forcing himself to ignore the searing pain. He had no time to think of wounds. With full force, he swung the rod again, striking the man’s stomach until he doubled over. Once more, Hans swung—this time at his head.THUD!The man collapsed to the ground, his knife slipping from his grasp.The other masked attacker, whose arm Hans had struck earlier, charged forward in fury.
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