He could finally take his revenge.
The boy took in a deep breath, and his senses sharpened.
Hassan's face contorted in fury at that and he stepped forward, attempting to put all his might into this finishing blow. The aim was Ali Baba's neck. Scrawny as he was, it would be the same as cutting a twig.
Ali Baba recalled all his fencing lessons, and he placed his feet firmly on the ground, shifted his weight, and braced his weapon with both arms.
He tilted his head ever so slightly, avoiding the scimitar with a hair's breadth, and twisted his own dagger, recalling the last piece of advice he got.
" If you find yourself unable to finish up your enemy, then make sure they would never be able to come after you again." The man raised his left stump at that and he got the message clearly.
