The adversary was too agitated, emotionally volatile, clearly mentally unstable, with a sole target: Marcel Smith.
Better let Marcel handle it.
Marcel did not disappoint her.
Seeing the thug just hit the ground, Marcel got up with his cane and charged directly at him.
He exerted himself in "self-defense."
Smart move, tossing aside the dagger from the thug's hand before starting the fight. The thug, weaponless and in severe pain, under Marcel's retaliatory beating, immediately rolled on the ground in agony.
Touching her nose, Flossie Wright stood by watching.
She inadvertently glanced at the woman under the window, pale with fright.
The woman, in a nurse's outfit, looked utterly flustered, her eyes wide staring at the fight scene, completely bewildered.
Out of nowhere, such a fierce battle breaks out, hinting a possible murder at any moment. For a normal person encountering this for the first time, finding a place to hide is already quite a good reaction.
