"Keep moving!" Specter shouted. "I've got the east wing locked down, but reinforcements are coming from the west!"
The corridors twisted and turned, a labyrinth of dimly lit passages beneath the arena. Syndicate operatives poured in from different angles, forcing Jack and the others to fight their way through every step.
Jack ducked under a wild hook, countering with a liver shot that made the thug collapse, then pivoted to clinch another attacker. Using a sharp inside trip, he slammed the man down and stomped his knee sideways, ensuring he wouldn't get up.
Victor was a wrecking ball, using brute strength to send men flying into walls. One poor bastard tried to tackle him, only for Victor to grab him by the throat and drive him through a table.
Specter, despite not being a fighter, was quick and ruthless. He used his small frame to slip past attackers, stunning them with tasers and precise strikes to the throat before moving on.