"Looks like they're too damn chickenshit." Lukas smirked at the suddenly much more wary attackers. Then he lifted a hand in a classic "come at me" gesture. "Come on, kids. Now or never."

A groan drifted up from the man prone at Lukas' feet. Without looking, he lashed out with his foot. The heel of his boot connected solidly with a jawbone. A crack sounded and the man went limp.