Despite his obvious disability, his right arm hung limply at his side, he moved with incredible agility.
Jamal, despite his intoxication, was a dangerous opponent, strong and vicious.
“Who the hell are you?” Jamal growled, swinging his knife.
The stranger did not answer, dodging the blow and delivering a powerful left hook to Jamal’s jaw.
Jamal staggered but remained on his feet.
“Get out of here”.
the stranger finally said in a low, distorted voice.
“Leave her alone”.
“Or else what?” Jamal attacked again, this time with more purpose.
The knife blade slashed across the stranger’s arm, cutting through the fabric of his sweatshirt.
Shanaya saw the black material instantly darken with blood, but the mysterious defender didn’t seem to notice the wound.
Shanaya watched the fight, frozen in horror.
She should have run, called for help, but her legs felt like they were glued to the ground.
