Ops

he pulled out his knife, a K-Bar. i recognized the emblem on the hilt he was Special Forces.

he lunged forward with an open sided slash myself being trained in CQB [Close Quarter Battle] deflected the slash then returning a right cross to his heavy jaw. he was not phased.

i drew my knife. it was time to have some fun.

He attacked again with an open slash this time i passed his blade across my frame while delivering a slice to his wrist. one i said. he grabbed the wound blood dripping from his arm. The air stained with the smell of crimson. He attacked again, this time more carefully. he switched to reverse grip and began delivering a flury of jabs, crosses, slashes and stabs. his training had kicked in. I took a few blows knocking me back out of his blade's range. i pulled my carbon steel baton. he stepped forward with a stab to my abdomen this time i struck his hand with my baton. he dropped the knife. then i smashed the baton into the side of his skull. he stammered dropping to his knees. i kneed him to the ground. Panting, he went to draw his pistol but my knife was already at his neck. "on your chest" I commanded smashing his calf muscle with the baton. he chose to draw. i carved out his adams apple. it started raining