There was no time to hesitate. Their swords were already drawn. They had no intention of letting him live, and he could not stay in one place long enough to let them strike.
He dove into a barrel roll and rose to his full six-foot-five frame in front of another shadowed figure. Their red eyes widened as he towered over them, shocked by the immense form that materialized from the darkness. He could not afford to show mercy. One uppercut with his massive left fist shattered their jaw, sending multiple teeth scattering as the body levitated from the impact. The assailant was unconscious before their body landed in a heap.
He was certain there were only seven more…