What began as a one-on-one confrontation quickly turned into a three-way battle, neither side wanting to yield to the other.
Alex knew he would eventually need to break away if he ever wanted to flee the scene, but every time he showed any intention of turning away, both assailants suddenly turned on him.
Whatever their goal was, him leaving was not part of it.
Regardless of the combat he was locked in, he could still tell what was happening around him, and he knew the tides were quickly shifting out of his favour.
Even with Kujaku's ninjas constantly forcing altercations between the Chinese enforcers, who were dressed almost like an imperial old guard, and the NFS agents, who were dressed more like Agent Smith from the Matrix, their group was quickly thinning.
Alex could tell the numbers had never been in their favour, and he needed to find a moment to escape, and fast. Lest Kujaku's people offer their lives in vain.
