In all fairness, the brothers had produced impressive results for their first time fighting together. Dick in particular, with his agility and flexibility, had barely gotten in Jason's way at all.
One was nimble and versatile, while the other landed heavy, punishing blows. Given a little more time to refine their teamwork, perhaps Qin Wei, who had only just started working without a license, could consider retirement.
But right now, the two were still a little green.
The female Talon seized the opening and grabbed Dick's knee. The sharp claws on her glove dug into his flesh, viciously severing several ligaments.
As he grunted in pain, she grabbed Dick and hurled him hard against the wall.
Jason hadn't been idle during those two brief seconds, either. He drove his broken Baton hard into the Talon's lower abdomen, but that pain meant next to nothing to an opponent empowered by a double dose of electrum. It didn't even make her look away.
Having lived through the Night of the Riots twenty years ago, Mary Turner knew all too well how formidable the League of Assassins was.
Their blades and projectiles were coated in neurotoxin. A single cut would greatly prolong the time it took to heal, giving them more than enough time to disembowel a Talon and dig out the electrum buried inside.
Especially that masked assassin nicknamed Bronze Tiger.
After Mary and her companions had gone to great lengths to kill him, they had actually pulled an entire handful of electrum from his pocket.
And today, he saw Bronze Tiger's insignia on his opponent's shoulder.
Enemies saw red when they met. Even as the double dose of electrum eroded her body and devoured her will, Mary had made up her mind to kill Dick.
She kicked Jason, that annoying fly,