And then there was one. Marcello's kicks and wide range attacks were incredible! They were things that the thugs were not prepared for or trained to handle. They were told to just go kill the lover of Shaw's daughter... not this!

The last thug standing was moving slowly, trying to find an opening for a punch or kick. But the man kept dodging. Eventually, the lone thug was tired out from trying to land a single blow to Marcello. He was jsut standing there, trying to catch his breath.