Dancing Blade
"You're done, kid. You've pissed off someone you shouldn't have," the newcomer said, pulling out two scimitars. He spun them in his hands a few times before pointing one at the beggar. "They call me Dancing Blade. I've killed hundreds, including women and children, so don't expect me to hold back just because you're a kid."
Mahika and his mother exchanged a fearful look. This was the same man who had severely injured Mahika. They hadn't even understood how it had happened—one moment, he was standing, and the next, he was on the ground with a gaping wound in his chest.
Mahika glanced hesitantly at his mother.
"Don't even think about it," Yer whispered. "We should be content just to watch him get what he deserves."
Mahika could only sigh heavily. He wanted to personally finish off the kid, but the family head wanted the best man on the job.