Clean Up Crew

The Coventry Mob ganger and I squared off against one another.

He held a knife, I held my Vibroblade.

A cruel smile crossed the gangsters face as he whipped the knife around his fingers at lightning speed in a variety of complicated patterns.

I had no doubt that he thought he was being incredibly impressive. Honestly, he kind of sort of was. However, if he had been trying to scare me into submission then he was doing a very bad job of it.

With a twist of my wrist a flicker of lightning arced out from the tip of my Vibroblade over to his body.

The blast hit him square in the wrist, and was powerful enough to make him shudder and shake, dropping the knife on the ground.

It wasn't, however, strong enough to put him down for good.

While he was distracted by the pain I darted forward and increased the output of the Vibroblade's capacitors before striking him across the cheek.