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Ted's lips curled into a cold smile. "Easy? I'm afraid that's not my style."
Without another word, he drew his rapier, the blade whispering as it slid from its scabbard.
The steel gleamed as the muggers hesitated, momentarily taken aback by Ted's calm demeanor.
"Get him!" the leader barked, beginning to feel toyed with.
The first man lunged at Ted, brandishing a knife. Ted moved like a shadow, sidestepping the attack with ease. His rapier flashed, a silver blur, and the man's knife clattered to the ground, his hand now useless, sliced clean across the tendons. A scream echoed in the alley, but Ted was already turning, his blade a living thing in his hand.