A blow in the ribs of a henchman, and into the air he went flying. The hencemen of Elder Yang swarm around him, going for his neck at the same time. Drake took two steps back before pushing his frame forward violently, that really helped him to hit as many henchmen as possible into the air.
Drake landed a punch in a fat man's face and his nose broke, his face folding in while three teeth flew off the upper bridge.
"Save us master."
The flying man called but Drake wasn't done yet. There were still twelve men standing before him.
Drake observed that the twelve had a little thing going on. He couldn't quite figure it out yet, but he was certain that it was against him. To bring him down.
The twelve made a circle around him. Drake was too busy to be distracted by the stunned Master Yi's reaction.