Each mirage was indistinguishable from the original, down to the contemptuous curl of their lips.
"Let's see how funny you find this," all five Marcels spoke in perfect unison.
Julian barely had time to brace himself before the assault began.
BAM!
The first strike came from behind—a vicious punch to his kidney that would have dropped most fighters instantly.
BOOM!
The second followed immediately, a hammer blow to his shoulder that sent shooting pain down his arm.
BAM!
The third and fourth attacks struck simultaneously from opposite sides, compressing his ribcage with bone-jarring force.
SHHA!
The fifth blow, a brutal uppercut, snapped his head back with enough power to blur his vision.
Five consecutive hits in less than two seconds, each delivered with precision and unrestrained power.
Julian staggered but remained standing.
"Is that all?" Julian asked quietly, wiping the blood with his sleeve.
