Facing the six men that were all attacking him, Michael reacted swiftly.
The first man lunged with a confident grin, but Michael's hand cut through the air in a blur. A single palm strike sank into the man's chest, folding him instantly and sending him crashing to the side.
The second attacker tried to flank him, stepping in with a tight hook aimed at Michael's jaw. Michael didn't even turn his head. He shifted half a step, caught the man's wrist, and tapped his elbow with the back of his knuckles.
The joint buckled with a dull crack, and the man dropped to his knees, clutching his arm.
The third and fourth came together. One sweeping low, the other diving in high. Michael flowed between them like he had rehearsed this moment a thousand times.
His foot snapped up once, precisely. It caught the sweeping attacker in the temple, spinning him to the ground.
