Despite being disarmed, the woman refused to back down. With a fierce determination in her eyes, she launched herself at Lucas, engaging him in hand-to-hand combat. Her movements were swift and agile, each strike precise and calculated.
Lucas, however, seemed to treat the encounter as a dance rather than a fight. He moved with a fluid grace, sidestepping her punches and blocking her kicks with ease. “Ah, so we’re switching to a different rhythm now?” he quipped, a playful smile on his lips.
The woman spun around, attempting a roundhouse kick aimed at his head. Lucas ducked effortlessly, his movements smooth and unhurried. “Nice try,” he said, stepping back just in time to avoid her follow-up jab.
She pressed on, her attacks relentless. Her fists flew in rapid succession, but Lucas was always one step ahead, weaving through her strikes as if they were part of a choreographed routine. “You’re quite the dancer,” he teased, dodging another punch with a graceful twirl.
The woman, undeterred, tried to catch him off guard with a low sweep of her leg. Lucas leaped over it, landing lightly on his feet. “Almost had me there,” he acknowledged, his tone light and teasing.
Their movements became a blur of motion, the woman attacking with a fierce intensity while Lucas continued to evade her with an almost playful ease. It was as if he was leading her in a dance, guiding her movements with his own.
Despite her best efforts, the woman couldn’t land a single hit. Lucas’s agility and reflexes were unmatched, his every move calculated and precise. “This has been quite the workout,” he remarked, sidestepping another punch. “But I think it’s time to bring this dance to a close.”
With a swift, fluid motion, Lucas caught her wrist mid-strike, using her momentum to spin her around and gently but firmly pin her arms behind her back. The woman struggled for a moment before realizing she was outmatched.
Lucas leaned in slightly, his voice soft yet firm. “It’s over,” he said, releasing her with a gentle push.
Greg and Roger watched in awe, unable to believe what they had just witnessed. “I never imagined the Tyrant Boss, Lucas, was this skilled in combat,” Roger remarked, shaking his head in disbelief. “It was like he was just playing with a child.”
Greg nodded, equally astonished. “I didn’t expect it either,” he admitted.
Their eyes then shifted to One Eye, who remained calm and unsurprised by the display. Curious, Greg asked, “Who is Lucas, really?”
One Eye shrugged, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. “Who knows?” he replied cryptically. “You’ll find out in due time,” he added, turning his gaze back to Lucas.
Meanwhile, Lucas was teasing the woman, who was visibly exhausted and breathing heavily from her futile attempts to land a hit. “You look like you could use a break,” he taunted, a playful glint in his eyes.
At that moment, the other woman stepped forward, positioning herself between Lucas and her companion. “You’re being too harsh on her,” she accused, her voice firm. “She’s just a weak woman.”
Lucas chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “A weak woman with a dagger? I was merely dancing with her,” he said, laughing lightly.
The woman approached Lucas, her expression one of pleading and fear. “Please, let her go,” she begged, her voice trembling. “I’m afraid someone might get hurt or worse.”
Lucas watched her closely, noting the fear in her eyes. As she drew nearer, her demeanor shifted. With a sudden, swift motion, she pulled out a dagger, her expression transforming from fearful to menacing. “Die!” she shouted, lunging at Lucas.
Lucas, unfazed, sidestepped her attack with ease. The woman was skilled with the dagger, her movements sharp and precise, but Lucas was always a step ahead. “Impressive,” he commented, dodging another strike. “But you’ll have to do better than that.”
She pressed on, her attacks relentless. “You’re quick,” she admitted, her voice edged with frustration.
Lucas grinned, effortlessly avoiding her blade. “Quick enough to keep up with you,” he replied, his tone light and teasing. “But you might want to work on your aim.”
The woman growled, her frustration mounting as Lucas continued to evade her strikes. “Stop mocking me!” she demanded, her voice filled with anger.
Lucas laughed, his movements fluid and unhurried. “I’m not mocking you,” he said, sidestepping another thrust. “I’m just enjoying the dance.”
The woman’s irritation was palpable, and it fueled her movements, making her strikes faster and more aggressive. Her dagger flashed in the light as she launched a series of rapid attacks, each one more precise than the last. Her footwork was impeccable, and she moved with a newfound intensity, determined to land a hit on Lucas.
Lucas, however, remained unfazed. He danced around her attacks with a fluid grace, his laughter echoing in the room. “That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice light and teasing. “Keep it up! Aim for me, not the air.”
The woman gritted her teeth, her frustration mounting as she pressed on. She feinted to the left, then quickly switched to the right, her dagger slicing through the air with deadly precision. Lucas anticipated her move, effortlessly sidestepping and spinning away, his movements almost playful.
“You’re getting better,” he remarked, dodging another thrust with ease. “But you’ll have to be quicker than that.”
She lunged forward, her blade aimed at his chest. Lucas leaned back, narrowly avoiding the strike, then pivoted on his heel to evade her follow-up attack. “Almost had me there,” he chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
The woman, undeterred, adjusted her stance and launched a flurry of strikes, each one faster and more aggressive than the last. Her determination was evident, and her skills were impressive, but Lucas was always one step ahead.
He moved with a fluidity that seemed almost effortless, his body twisting and turning to avoid her blade. “You’re quite the dancer,” he teased, sidestepping another attack. “But you might want to work on your timing.”
Despite her best efforts, the woman couldn’t land a single blow. Lucas’s agility and reflexes were unmatched, his every move calculated and precise. “This has been quite the workout,” he remarked, blocking her final strike with ease. “But I think it’s time to end this little game.”
With a swift, decisive move, Lucas caught her wrist mid-strike, using her momentum to spin her around and gently but firmly disarm her. The dagger clattered to the floor.
Lucas gently pushed the woman away, and she grasped her wrist where Lucas had held her, clearly annoyed. The first woman who had attacked Lucas spoke up, “Jenny, he’s skilled,” she said to the second woman who had attacked.
Jenny nodded, agreeing with her companion. “Are you okay, Joy? We need to face him together,” Jenny said, slightly out of breath.
Joy nodded before walking over to pick up the two daggers from the floor, watched by Lucas with interest. She handed Jenny her dagger back. “Let’s take him on together,” Joy said. Jenny nodded after catching her breath.
Lucas laughed, “That’s what I like to see, bring it on!” he said, gesturing for the two to come at him.