Tristan

Chapter 18

THE DOZEN MEN rushed at him in an onslaught all at once, with each block or parry the Stranger would send one or two of his attackers flying backwards or forward with a single skilful punch, uppercut or jab. With the use of his attacker’s own momentum, that he was using as weapon against each one of them. The fallen men behind him who stood up behind him, would be greeted yet again and again with the Stranger’s left, or right foot and they would fall down yet again, and again. The Stranger looked healthier and all the more vigorous, more and more than ever, as the fight progressed on, while the men looked torn, exhausted, broken and defeated, more and more. Most of them were nursing a broken hand or a broken foot, or both by now.

The Stranger had accomplished all that, while still keeping his left hand behind his back!

He had fought with only one arm, his right arm.

More than just one-man spit to the floo