Three swords.
"You're the boss, right?" Tahir asked a tall man.
"And what if I am?" the man responded calmly.
"Tchh, are you the one who hurt her this badly? Answer me!" Tahir shouted, his voice laced with anger.
"I owe you no answer," the man replied, unfazed. "But I'll advise you, you're in no condition to fight. You're weak and would only die."
"Shut up! You don't get to tell me if I'm weak or not!" Tahir yelled before charging at him.
The man sidestepped, easily evading the attack, and slammed his fist into Tahir's ribs. Tahir winced in pain. He had lost so much blood, yet here he was, still fighting he is no match yet his still fighting.
Tahir charged again, but the same thing happened. Over and over.
"You're getting slow," the man said, mocking him.
Ignoring the taunt, Tahir attacked once more, but the result was the same. His opponent slapped him across the face.