Cobra sneered, trying to regain his confidence with a shaky smile. “Alright, I know you’re pissing in your pants right now, so I will give you one last chance! Get on your knees and beg for your life! Maybe I’ll spare you.”
Michael just looked at the ancient, venom-laced blade, then back at Cobra. His expression didn't change.
“Let’s get this over with,” Michael said, his voice clipped and impatient.
Cobra’s eyes flashed with twisted excitement. “Fine! Since you’re in such a hurry to die, I’ll grant your request!”
He let out a fierce yell and lunged.
The ancient knife, the Cobra Blade, was quick and deadly.
It sliced through the air and across Michael’s forearm, tearing the fabric of his new white shirt and cutting into the skin beneath.
It was a shallow cut, but the oily, greenis
