Blood Everywhere

In the alley. The thief was cornered and had nowhere to run. His pursuer was relentless. His back to the wall, the thief spun around and whipped out a switchblade from his pocket. Glaring at the man, he snarled, ‘Back the hell off!’ His pursuer, cool as a cucumber, gave a nonchalant shrug and crossed his arms in front of his chest. ‘I don’t think I want to do that.’ ‘Then get a taste of this!’ the thief roared before lunging at the man with his knife. His pursuer sidestepped and dodged the attack with ease, donning the same indifferent look as if this was all in a day’s work. With a languid smile, he teased, ‘Is this the best you’ve got?’ Enraged, the thief launched himself at the man again, cursing. The blade of his knife glinted in the sunlight. His pursuer sneered. ‘You asked for it.’ He grabbed the thief’s raised wrist to stop him in mid-motion and, at the same time, raised his right leg and kneed the thief in the groin. The switchblade clattered to the ground. The thief went down