Cormac might not have some freaky supernatural force on his side, but he was a fair dueller if he did say so himself. Sure, these people-- whoever they were-- were creepily good at what they did, but he and Cho were each holding their own, at least.
Shit. "Cho," he hissed, reaching for her. "You okay?" There was wet warmth under his hand on her shoulder-- blood. By this point Cormac was seeing red, and he dove into the fight with more skill and fervor than before.