The largest of them barked an order. "Hold him down! I want his tongue!"
Two caught Min-jae's arms, another drove a punch into his stomach. Pain exploded in his gut, forcing air from his lungs.
"Ack.."
He jerked forward, headbutted the nearest one, and spat blood to the side.
"Still breathing?" one jeered, kicking him in the ribs.
"Not for long.." another muttered, grabbing his hair. "Let's see how cocky you are when we slice that pretty face."
Min-jae laughed a low, quiet sound that made the men falter for just a second.
"You should've kept your attention on the woman."
He twisted, slammed the hilt of his blade into the man's temple, and ducked low as another swung.
He cut upward, catching the attacker's thigh.
Blood poured, hot and fast.
"You little shit!"
"Get him!"
The room filled with curses, the metallic clang of weapons, the dull thuds of fists against flesh.
Min-jae fought like a cornered beast, precise and ruthless, but each move cost him.
