With bloody fervor and lightning speed, Ran struck the first two guards he came to across the face with his baton, easily dispatching them, their feeble attempt at defense a joke when compared to the righteous fire burning through the Special at that moment.

He was a desperate man, held captive for months, now taking his first opportunity at escape.

And he wasn’t about to let these men stand in his way of freedom.

The next soldier fell with only one blow as well, then the next.

One dove and grabbed Randal’s wounded arm, and icy pain tore through him.