Kezib will run up to the guy and try to hold him down, waiting for Atan.

Kezib leaps forward trying to break through the ring. His assailants are wary, however, and his first attack glances off one man's rigid leather armor without effect. Kezib follows up on the strike by grabbing the hair of one filthy thug and driving it down into his knee. The brute staggers backward, a purple lump already beginning to grow on his forehead, then suddenly drops to the ground unconscious.

Kezib finds, much to his dismay, that the fight has drawn a lot of attention from passersby, but none of them are helping. Many of the shadowy figures are cheering him on, an unarmed man against the grey cloaked mercenaries.

"C'mon baldy! Give him another one!"
"Got him in the knee they did. That'll slow the bastard down."

The crowd roars with excitement at Kezib's last maneuver, and laugh riotously when his victim dropped to the hard cobblestones.

Three more opponents maneuver around Kezib who has lept and dodged his way out into the center of the plaza. The henchmen come in swinging and Kezib deftly avoids two of the attacks, but takes another hard crack in the ribs. Kezib's vision is starting to blur as the pain and shock of his wounds are starting to take their toll.