Donny was hanging the furthest back, so Harvey targeted him with a few of his men, making sure he couldn't get help from anyone at the moment.
Harvey was a big guy. Dressed in standard attire, his gut seemed to almost poke out.
He was on the verge of being fat, but his physical prowess spoke for itself.
One's appearance mattered the least in a world like this.
He swung his cleaver repeatedly as Donny dodged, looking for a window to strike.
His strategy was simple, Smothering you with his attacks until you died.
He wasn't the most skilled however, but it didn't matter, Donny didn't want to risk going blow for blow at the moment.
Reaching into his cloak, he pulled out two knives, throwing in them at Harvey.
Noticing these knives, Harvey laughed a bit, Swatting them out of the air with his empty right hand, he sighed. "Funny enough, your better than most of the people I've killed here."
He only got minor cuts from the knives, Blood dripping down his hand that he was ignoring.
