Anthony wasn’t afraid of death, he’d always known it was inevitable, but even he valued his life enough not to die a horrible way like Malak. He was disgusted with himself knowing that the only option available was to run; this fight was way out of his league now.
He took off as fast as he could, mentally he had already changed his plan, he’d fly off making it look like he’d left then come back to watch the fight going with his first plan of letting the two strongest fighters finish each other off then find away to take out the survivor while he was still weak. But right now he had to get out of that city.