Fidel's eyes widened in shock as Philip's attack sent him stumbling forward, his claws swiping wildly as he struggled to maintain his balance. The death blow he had been about to deliver to Brenda was forgotten in an instant.
Philip's snarl grew louder, his teeth bared as he launched himself at Fidel, his claws flashing in the dim light. Fidel tried to defend himself, but Philip's attack was relentless, his blows raining down on Fidel with precision and power.
Brenda, taking advantage of the distraction, scrambled to her feet and fled into the night, her escape unnoticed in the chaos.
Ciara watched in horror as the two fighters clashed, their bodies locked in a fierce struggle. She had never seen Philip attack Fidel before, and she didn't understand what was happening.
Fidel stumbled back, his eyes fixed on Philip in shock and betrayal. "Philip, what are you doing?" he growled, his voice barely heard over the sound of their fighting.