A fighting chance

Marcus, in his bedroom looking down, deliberately delayed coming to the door. He watched, fascinated, as Rufus arrived and immediately struck the other two in their faces, stunning them for seconds as he delivered each a savage punch to the solar plexus. Clever he might be, but he was clearly brutal too. And he knew odds; two to one were only in his favour if he reduced them before the contest.

His coup de grâce was when he finished the fight with a kick to the groins of the writhing youths.

But had he blown his chances?

Marcus smiled knowingly...