Mimir had covered a five meter distance very quickly and before the gangsters could react would he begin his onslaught. Raising his left hand, a magic seal would appear in front of it proceeded by a blade one meter in length. The blade was approximately nine inches wide, so it would be large enough to do exactly what he wanted to do. He commanded the blade to fly through the air, directing it towards the gangster on furthest to the left. Before the man could even react would the blade pierce his left eye and move downward slicing his throat.
Closing his hand, Mimir would end the spell and would start to lunge towards the gangster in the middle. He covered the distance between them rather quickly, but the gangsters were a step ahead as the three of them lunged out the way. "Get em! He killed Billy!" screamed the one he was aiming for in the middle. That one was the only one who would rush Mimir as the other two stayed back observing and waiting for an opening. Mimir kept his composure as the man rushed towards him and knew he needed only a single well hit attack to take him out.
Holding his ground, the man would try to aim a punch for Mimir's head, but the Viking simply ducked and delivered a punch towards the man's chest. He put as much strength as he could into the punch and as it connected with the man's chest he could feel all of his rib's breaking upon impact. The punch cause the man to fly backwards for a distance of three meters. His body would go limp as it hit the ground.
The last two men would rush him as well. One from the left and one from the right. Mimir would lower his base and waited till the men were inches away from him before he jumped into the air. His quick maneuvering would cause the two to tackle each other. They both would fall on the ground due to their stupid actions and Mimir would quickly take advantage of their situation. As his body fell from the air, Mimir would line his feet towards the man on the left. Placing a kick on his skull with the full force of his strength and body weight. The attack cracked the gangster's skull instantly. Only one was left standing, but he quickly got up and ran away.
Smirking, Mimir would dust himself off before moving towards the cart. Looking inside, he would gather all of the loot and make his way back towards the kid. They would meet up once again. After splitting the profit they would go there separate ways.
WC: 459