CHAPTER 108 A KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOUR

The thief’s blade gleamed in the streetlight, a flash of silver in the darkness. The two men locked in a dance of death, their bodies a tangle of muscle and sinew. The stranger grunted with effort, his blows landing with sickening thuds. But the thief was fast, his knife slicing through the air like a scythe. The stranger's clothes were soon stained red, his blood mingling with the rain on the asphalt. But he fought with a feral determination, refusing to yield. The thief lashed out with the knife, the steel blade biting into the stranger's arm. He roared in pain, his muscles spasming, but he didn't falter. He swung a brutal punch, catching the thief in the jaw. The thief staggered, the blade slipping from his grasp. The stranger pounced, wrestling him to the ground. The struggle on the wet pavement was primal, animalistic. The stranger's breath came in ragged gasps as he fought for leverage, his muscles straining against the thief's. The thief bucked and twisted, a snarl of defi