Reeve sidestepped easily, sending the larger of the three men sprawling into the street. The second one, the one with the knife, charged at the demigod. Reeve, with a fluid motion, freed himself of his sweatshirt and expanded his wings. He didn’t have time to lift off, but he manged to clothesline the offender. Reeve felt the man’s nose crack under his arm, but wasted no time with something petty like that.

He had a girl to save.

He eyed the other man dangerously, drawing back his lips into a deep snarl. That man responded by moving forward at an inhuman speed and slamming a balled fist into Reeve’s nose. The bone snapped painfully, and Reeve winced. A trickle of blood ran down his face. Reeve in reply swung one wing forwards, slamming the guy in the head and sending him sprawling.

Wasting no more time, he sped forwards, grabbed the woman, and took off.