Desperate Counterattack

The menacing bodyguards, each a towering figure with thick, bulging muscles on their arms and chests, moved towards them with steady, heavy steps, looking decidedly formidable.

Ethan Montgomery's deep gaze swept over them coolly, his demeanor unflinching despite his injuries.

"I'll count to three. If you haven't released her by then, don't blame me for not being polite!" His voice, low and calm like a dandelion floating in the breeze, somehow pressed upon them with sudden weight.

A few halted their advance, though the more audacious continued forward.

Regardless of his prowess, he was alone and wounded, clearly no match for their numbers.

Ethan Montgomery felt their encroaching footsteps intensify his anger. With a swift kick, he sent the nearest man flying.

The others paused momentarily at the sight, their faces turning pale, but quickly resumed their approach.