Grey's feet slid back against the ground, his toes grinding into his shoes and their soles in turn on the cobblestone. However, he only managed to stop due to his dagger digging against the earth as well.
He coughed, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. His gaze shifted slightly to the side.
That attack hadn't come from Silva, it came from Brad who had taken advantage of the situation to attack him from the side. But that much was fine, Grey was already expecting that this would end up being a 1v4 battle. There was only one way that this could have gone.
The carriage lay in ruins, and the screams of passersby filled the air as they scattered toward a safe viewing distance.
Within the carnage, though, Grey picked up on several things. For one, Silva was on a knee, clutching at his stump of a hand. That much was good, it meant that Grey had managed to deal a blow to the most powerful of them immediately.
