After engaging in combat with Draven for a few minutes, he came to several conclusions.
One of them was that Draven had only newly awakened. As a result, even though he had grown stronger at an astonishing speed, he was still very inexperienced when it came to actual combat.
He fell for simple tricks, one after another, and lost his composure whenever something unexpected occurred.
By exploiting that weakness, it was not difficult to subdue him after a while.
The wind blew across the street, which had fallen into complete silence as everyone focused entirely on the fight between the two.
Since the fog in the area had already cleared, the rays of the afternoon sun bathed the street, clearly revealing the outcome of the battle.
Draven was now on the ground, restrained by a group of thirteen clones that pinned him down and completely restricted his movements.
Standing in front of him was none other than Marlon, his expression calm, steady, and composed.
