[Ariele. Morning.
Port Altenben. Vlysimn.]
The thug screamed in shock, but it was too late. The red-haired man pushed his hand behind and threw the man off balance. Then, in a sweeping motion, he swung his legs on the ground and took away the thugs footing.
Falling would have made noise.
So instead, he grabbed the thugs collar with his open hand and smacked his head to the wall, making him fall in a go.
"Let's go," the red-haired man said and started running again.
Amazing.
I smiled and followed the man ahead as we all started running again. We purged out of the alleys and landed back in the busy streets. It wasn't time to stop yet, though, so the man led us ahead and we all continued running.
It was only after a few more minutes passed and we reached a particularly lavish place in the port did we come to a stop, thinking we were safe.