"It looks like you rich young masters don't know danger, huh?" he sneered.
One of the men with him, bald, with a cut under his left eye, looked like he had had enough of standing around. His grip on his axe tightened. "Boss, let's hurry up and deal with these bastards."
The leader seemed to give his men an inaudible command before they struck. The bald man tightened his grip and drew back his arm, the axe's blade catching the light as he aimed for In-Su's skull.
Before the cleave could hit him, Wooyun moved, with a quickness that stole the breath from every chest on deck. Even Lady Ye-rim, who'd been watching the scene intently, was in disbelief. He snatched the man's beefy forearm, ankles locked, and twisted with a force that sent a howl of pain tearing from the pirate's throat.
With the same fluid motion, he slid behind him, looping an arm around the man's neck and wrenching him into a tight headlock. The pirate's axe clattered free and skittered across the planks.
