I threw the knife to cut the rope. I had the feeling that if I tried to untie him he wouldn't hesitate to attack me. "You've sealed your fate Aizrael. I'm going to gut you alive." Seeing his family dead must have driven him crazy. He thought he had a chance. While he was cutting himself loose, I was trying to figure out how long I should play with him. How long before I start breaking his bones. Which bones should I break first?

The time has come. He freed himself. He was about to get educated. He was going to learn how much pain and despair a person can handle. He put the knife in his right hand and assumed a fighting stance with the left side of his body closer to me. I leaned against the wall all comfy like. He looked so serious.

He shuffled forward a little and threw a jab with his left. I put my right arm on the inside of his left and moved it clockwise. He used that momentum to get that blade about three centimeters from my left eye. I thought I'd let my left hand give him some incentive to drop the knife. I grabbed the back of his hand and rotated his wrist counter-clockwise. His body followed.

The knife fell from his hand, I kicked it back up and caught it with my right hand. I swiped quickly and cut off one of his fingers. I think it was the ring finger. He definitely didn't need that one. He yelled out from the pain but all I saw was anger in his eyes. I kicked him back into the chair and then threw the knife at his feet.

I smiled and then said, "Don't fight with things you don't know how to use. It could be dangerous." He was babying his hand while staring at me. He had that look in his eye again. That look, the one that angered me. He reached down with his left and picked back up the knife. "Next time you will lose more than a finger."

He stood up. He didn't bother to try bandaging his finger. He took a step then tried to do a backside sweep with his right leg. That was easy enough to avoid, I just did a little hop. Sweep attempt thwarted. Oh shit. The sweep was just a distraction. He swung his right hand up. He was trying to blind me.

Using his own blood as a weapon! He was trained well. If I close my eyes I might, no I will get stabbed. If blood gets in my eyes I will be forced to blink. Only option was to extend my leg into his ribs and leave my left eye open. Like I thought that kick wouldn't slow him down, he was determined to kill me. This was getting exciting.

I landed, the blood went in my face. It forced my left eye to close. In that moment I opened my right eye. I saw his stance was that of a squat. He was thrusting with his left hand. The way his core was contracted I could tell he was giving it his all. I wasn't going to get hit, or should I say stabbed by that much power.

I kicked him in the genitals. That reduced his power by at least half. He was still thrusting at me. So I used my left hand to punch him in the inside of his elbow. Then I used my right hand to make him stab himself in the shoulder. I wiggled his hand in there for a little bit. He started screaming. He screamed for about two minutes before he passed out. I warned him. I told him this would happen.