The pair of thugs were careful. They didn't charge behind the corner blindly.
Tristan could tell from the sound of their footsteps, even if it was hard to catch in all the noise around.
When the first thug turned the corner, he was already holding a gun aimed at chest level and ready to shoot.
However, at first he saw only Tristan's moped parked on the sidewalk.
It took the thug a vital moment to notice the movement at the level of his feet.
Tristan was there, crouching with the knife. Because of his pose, he took the enemy unawares.
With the speed of a lunging snake, he stood up, stabbing the enemy right under the chin. The knife went hilt-deep, killing the thug in one blow.
Warm blood showered Tristan and fell to the ground, not leaving a single stain on his skin or clothes.
