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You flip your grip and use the end of your tonfa to grip around his wrist, pulling and disarming his knife, your other hand free to make its attack at his undefended face. They were tough, but you were toughed.
You give the Mohawk an extra smack smack to put him down, before whirling around and checking out the gang of punks. You've won. You're exhausted, feeling the sweat and breathing heavy from the effort.
Truth be told, you've never fought this many guys before. You don't think it's such a good idea. Six punks at once... that might just be your limit. You go to check out the kid, just to make sure he's okay. You see him sitting up, you realizing instantly he watched the whole fight with rapt attention. You guess you shouldn't be surprised he didn't run away, this is prime entertainment for a kid on Level 5...
