Eric swayed for a moment, then fell down to the ground with a thud.
As the older man shouted and rushed over to him, the others looked over and saw there was a puddle of blood beneath Eric.
When he flipped him onto his back, they saw there was a knife wound on Eric's abdomen, right below the ribs.
"When did this happen?" One of them asked in confusion.
"Is that important?" The older man growled, then said, "Help me dress his wound, so he doesn't bleed out. As the rest of you go help sir Jamie."
"Yeah." The group snapped into action. One stayed to help the older man while the remaining three turned around to rush back to Jamie only to stop in their tracks because they saw Jamie had already taken down the duo.
"It seems we aren't need—"
Swoosh!
One one of them had just opened his mouth when another man came rushing out of the street ahead, his face pale with terror.
"Just one? Sir Jamie can easily handle—"
Swoosh! Swoosh!
