gonna do now is much worse than what I was gonna do back in the café."

The boy's vision was clouding, he could barely see through the darkness but he heard what he said. The thought of this disgusting man forcing himself on the innocent girl made the bile rise in his throat. He could not allow that to. He desperately searched for one of the daggers he lost when he fell as Benny once again rammed his head into the ground holding it in the puddle.

Panic rose in him as his air dissipated with the blade still not found. But as the man pulled his head up once again he felt his hand to a cylindrical object in the water. Desperately hoping the he found his lost weaponhe thrust the object forward with what little strength he had left.

Till the end of his days the boy would wish to never hear again what came from the man's lungs next. The bloodcurdling scream pierced his ears as the man reared back in pain holding the hilt of the dagger now nestled in his groin.

"Shit, Shit, Shit. Benny! NO!" Arthur now recovered rushed forward to assist his friend not realizing the true extent of the friend's injuries. "You're dead!"

The almost hysterical man swung his sword at the boy, who then jumped towards the man holding his crotch. He grabbed the blade, tearing it from the man's flesh. But instead of pursing the vagrant the swordsman knelt next to his friend inspecting his injuries. His eyes widen in