A Knife Fight

We were at a dinner. My wife and I. I had on a black tuxedo with a royal purple bow tie. She had on a lilac dress that flashed silver underneath its seams when she moved. It was dazzling. I had noticed a man keeping his eyes on my movements. Watching me closely. He was a short man with a strong build. Maybe russian or Czech. I looked at his waist and saw the imprint of a .45 Glock. It must have been his first kill. I could see the hesitation in his eyes. He stood up. Walking from the bar to a group of men. His superiors maybe? He turned around stuffing his hand into his jacked. I stepped back grabbing my wife amd directing her to the door. He pulled out a Stilletto switchblade and stabbed a lady in the neck several times before pulling her hair and throwing her dying carcass to the floor. A little girl saw this and screamed. Suddenly all eyes were on the dead woman drowning in a pool of her own blood. Panic raped the air as everyone began running to the main exit. The man rushed towards me. Stabbing anyone in his way. He was slashing at me before i could draw my Kershaw Fixed Blade. I evaded his slashes. My bow tie fell to the grown. He snarled at me. I smiled. Assessing and scanning for a more advantageous location. There wasn’t one.

He continued to slash at me as I continued to evade. He grazed my forearm with his knife. I was cut. A small laceration to my forearm meant i would need to be more careful keeping an eye on the blade. This was not the time to fuck up. I fell back into my stance my left forarm bleeding. I drew my knife.

Seeing my blood painted a sinsiter grimace over his face. This must have been his favourite part of the kill. I held my knife in saber grip with my weapon side leading. I had reach on him, but that also meant I would need to retract my movements quickly. I pivoted my rear foot delivering a back hand slash. He deflected it. I smiled again grabbing onto his left tricep and pulling him in close as I slashed across his abdomen. I heard my knife rip through his flesh. He immediately grabbed his stomach. Now breathing heavily he lunged at me with everything he had. His movements telegraphed his techniques sloppy. He was dying. The more he flailed the more blood he lossed and the harder he breathed. He dropped his knife. I burried mine into his groin. I killed his masculinity. I sheathed my knife. He dropped to his knees holding his groin. He needed an ambulance or he would bleed out within the hour. I picked up my bow tie, sighed, and walked put of the door. I hadnt even gotten cake.