Swoosh.
The blade glinted in the light generated by the lit lamps in the room, it spun through the air creating a silver spiral.
Zing.
The mayor gulped down hard and his eye's shuddered in fear as the blade cut through the air heading directly at him, he could already see it cutting him in half or lobbing of his neck.
It flashed before his eyes with it aim true for his neck, the mayor let out an audible cry of anguish as the blade approached ever closer, and to his side he could see the blind Lirian sipping on his glass of whiskey with contorting expressions.
Bang.
The mayor blinked his eye's open feeling surprised that he could even do such a task, after all he believed he would be dead.
As he opened his eyes the first thing that came into sight was none other than the blade, it stood perpendicular to the wall with the flat being just a hair's breadth away from his throat.
