The blade missed the man's head only slightly, cutting off a piece of his hair. The first rule the man learned about combat while living in the slums of Thunder Bay Depot in Ontario is to never strike first. However he already risked his life with this broken rule, and while he was ambitious he was not stupid. He casually leaned back as the blade missed by a hair.
The man leaped back into defence position.
"Not bad, you are better than half the dimwits that always tried to kill me back at Thunder Bay." The man laughed in a nonhumorous way.
He twirled his knife into a reverse grip and sized up his opponent again, tossing the knife back and forth, back and forth between his two hands.
"Your turn.." he muttered softly.
Recipient of the Hispania Memorium, Golden Fourragere, Halo of Valor, Order of the Red Star, and the Hero of the Revolution
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