The wind blew softly through the narrow path of the city that the river stream made. Dreknor inhaled slow and long, taking all the information he can get. The soft breeze didn’t help. Though he could smell everything from upstream he could smell very little from downstream. The half-orc was slowly getting back on his feet. There were sure signs of injury and exhaustion radiating from him. Yet Dreknor was not satisfied. He was hoping to knock out the half-orc. Seemed he was more resilient than he thought. The girl seemed to be half concusses, but Dreknor was sure that after such a fall, there will be no trouble from her. He also sensed the two boys moving around him, trying to attack from behind and front at the same time. Dreknor steadied himself, readying his leg muscles he used dark magic and rushed forward towards the boy with the club. To a normal human it would seem like teleportation. Grabbing the end of the club with one hand and the boys wrist with the other, he disarmed the boy and threw him into the other youth standing behind Dreknor. '' Ha this will be a good sport it seems'' Dreknor said and tossed away the club.
Argurios tried to get back to his feet as fast as possible. But his leg was injured. He had to sprain his ankle, and his right elbow was cracked, as he tried to shield his companion from the fall. Once up he looked at the situation, just in time to see his friend be thrown like a rag doll. Argurios screamed and tried to rush at the enforcer, but as soon as he tried to step on his right foot, it gave way and he fell hard against the ground.