Infiltrate the boat

Korak sneaked on board of the boat. He soon heard footsteps behind him and continued to walk into the boat, pretending not to notice. Three- no, four sailors behind him, judging by the sound and smell of cheap beer. And he just heard the sound of metal being drawn… the captain was here, too. He shut his eyes, listening intently to his surroundings.

A sailor thrust a knife at Korak’s back, but he spun around to dodge the attack. Korak grabbed the sailor and threw him at a second sailor who charged at him, knocking both soldiers to the floor like a pair of bowling pins. A third sailor ran up to him, throwing out another knife strike. The jungle boy deftly avoided his initial stab and skillfully weaved through his rapid follow-up attempts, then swatted away a careless thrust and countered with a punch to the man’s throat. He dropped his knife and clutched his throat, **** and gagging. Korak **** him to one knee with a kick to his leg, then knocked him down with a strong backhanded blow to the face.

“What are you doing here?” Korak asked the captain. The man simply stood there with no response, letting the lower-ranked goons answer for him.

“Doesn’t matter, boy! We’ll kill you where you stand!” The first two soldiers had gotten back up, ready to fight Korak once more.

“You tried, remember? Didn’t go so well.”

Carefully observing the two soldiers in front of him while Kabal stayed and watched from the entrance of the door. This time, Korak struck first. He faked a step towards the goon on his right, then caught the one on her left with a kick to his abdomen that sent him crashing back down to the floor. The other goon almost got him with a stab to his face, but he parried his thrust at the last second. Despite this, he continued with a flurry of blows that put Korak on the defensive. He was unable to land a clean hit, but his **** kept Korak pressured and bought time for his allies to get back up.

Shit… these guys aren’t messing around! Gotta get some space between us… Sonya caught the soldier in front of her going for an overhead swing, which he parried easily. He then blasted him away with a kick and slammed him into another soldier. This left only one sailor on his feet. He darted at Korak with his fist raised, ready to strike. Korak prepared to counter a punch, but the soldier tackled him to the ground instead.

“Ugh!” Korak was knocked to the ground, pinned under the soldier, who quickly straddled his washboard abs. The sailor caught his wrists and Korak had to struggle against the sailor’s weight as his arms pushed against his to pin them down. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the other two getting up again. He had to escape this position right away.