Leather clings to his large, muscular frame. He turns my way. A hood covers a majority of his face with only a frown peeking from the bottom.
I stare wide eyed at him.
The man from the bar pulls his hands from his ears and looks at his blood coated fingers. A trickle of blood dribbles from his ear to his chin.
The man in black faces my assailant. His right hand reaches over his shoulder, and metal rings through the air as he unsheathes a sword.
Who the hell casually carries a sword on their back? Is there a convention in town? I pale at the high pitched wail in my head.
With sudden awareness, my attacker lifts his face to check his surroundings. Upon seeing the new addition to the alley, he jumps, fumbling onto his back before scuttling backwards like a crab.
Frozen in place, my fingers dig into my thighs as the man with the sword takes a swing towards him. I cover my mouth in horror as blood spills from the man’s neck. His body goes limp and there’s a small thud as his back hits the tarmac.