Matt didn't hear them at first, distracted by the sound of the water splashing over his face. He was just beginning to calm down, just thinking that he might be safe when he caught a scent on the wind. Mud. Blood. Sweat. More blood. Startled, he rose to his feet, but by then it was too late. He couldn't quite pinpoint their locations, and with the fog moving around him, he couldn't tell which direction to listen to. In other words, Matt Murdock was about to get ambushed.