What the fuck just happened?

[A/N: Next few chapters aren't for light hearted folk....]

In the heat of the moment, I didn't have time to spin the sword again. My fingers instinctively loosened their grip, and the hilt slipped from my hands. With a swift motion, I retracted my palm into a clenched fist and-

*Thad*

The sound of impact resonated as my fist connected with the man's face. His pained cry filled the air, and a small spurt of blood trickled from his eyes, a testament to the force of my blow.

My body was a whirlwind of motion. With one foot still suspended in the air, I gracefully bent backward, arching my body until my left hand found purchase on the ground. My core tightened, and then, with explosive power, I swung my leg with lightning speed, striking the last remaining assailant's knee from an unexpected angle.

"Kugh," he groaned, caught off guard by the vicious attack. The sickening crunch of his knee bending the wrong way was grimly satisfying.