Twenty-One
I looked up into the satisfied eyes of my opponent. He pressed the blade stronger against my throat, and it would cut my flesh and veins now. I closed my eyes again, waiting for the end.
“Get away from him!” a strong voice echoed all around. I opened my eyes, wondering if this was real. But my opponent leapt to his feet, looking around. I also got up, confused.
A man had pushed his way through the crowd. He was around fifty, with a gray short beard hung loosely in his prominent face. A bald head above a strong torso covered in a leather jacket. Deep lines formed his eyes that sparkled with intelligence. His face was mesmerizing, possessing a rare expression of wild charisma.
“It is my right to…” my opponent protested in reverence, but the man only held up a strong hand to si
