BLOODY HORIZON

CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHT

°°° Blood Pool°°°

• Kengle Park, Oak Lane, Philadelphia •

Raising his head, Sean saw the hooded fellow, Jay, holding a knife, stabbing at the same spot he had just left. If he had been a second slower, he might have been stabbed multiple times in the back.

Injuries from blunt attacks like the brass knuckles and the wooden bat, he could take and survive; with the dagger in play, he had to be weary of Jay.

After his boastful comment about their trump card, the teen with the brass knuckles, Henry, scoffed and ran at Sean.

Maintaining his unclenched fists in the air, Sean widened his feet, firming his stance as he awaited his assailant.

In seconds, Henry was at striking distance and threw his fists at Sean’s torso, aiming for the sides, but Sean blocked and parried each hit with his cupped palms, until Henry suddenly spun on the balls of his feet, sending his elbow into Sean’s chest, forcing the young lad to stagger backwards.

"You look surprised, Bull’s Bane!" Henry chuc