The masked man ducked under Po’s arm and came back up before him. He stabbed him in his chest, all of the way down to the kilt of his sharpened weapon. Po made the ugliest pain streaked face that the killa had ever seen, and he hollered out like a wounded animal. The masked man then allowed him to stagger out of the cell. He stood in the background breathing heavily and toying with the last shank in his hand. He observed his victim bump up against the guardrail of the tier.
Suddenly, the masked man charged out on the tier and slammed the last blade into the back of Po’s skull. The impact of the steel made the bleeding man’s eyes to stretch wide open and his mouth twisted in grotesque manner. The pain was so intense that Po couldn’t even form words. He struggled to reach the shank that wa
