Angel
Too bad he wasn't taught like I was.
Always carry a second knife. It's always handy.
His hands flew to the knife holding it tightly as blood spatter from his mouth.
He was on his knees before I could get to him.
Getting to him, I pulled the knife he was carrying from his pants pocket and stabbed his neck with.
He fell to the ground.
They always have second plans when they tell you to man up.
Holding my knife in his chest, I twisted it, eliciting a croaked cry from him before pulling it out.