Leo's fingers tapped on the armrest as he watched the spectacle without the slightest emotional fluctuation.
The 'good people' had transformed. Mark, the boy who had once led them with a charming smile, now looked like a cornered animal.
He had managed to wrap his fingers around the hilt of the first dagger, but at a heavy cost. One of his friends was hanging off his back, teeth sunk into Mark's shoulder, while another hammered fists into his ribs.
With a roar, Mark drove the blade backward. It didn't find a heart, but it did manage to find a thigh. The scream that followed was hoarse.
Leo couldn't help but sigh at the sight. "It didn't even take twenty seconds for the 'bond of brotherhood' to dissolve into a battleground."
It was a full on brawl, but after getting a hold of the dagger, Mark was in a better position. Even though he was being hammered, one swing of his dagger managed to change the equation.
