Its possible that raw numbers and skill enough might have done something here. But whether he won or lost, the Rider would have made them pay - and that threat is enough to drive them off.
He watches, with no sign of emotion, as the people scatter - and its enough that Zarathos, content with his vengeance for now, shares the mind somewhat more. The Rider moves up to Etoile, grating, "Get on."
Either way, he leaves the underboss where he lies. The Rider is done with him now, condemned to his personal hell for the rest of his life. And then a much bigger hell afterwards.
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