Cory measured the height and strength of the masked figure before him. A silver blade tapped with rubber at the base, gleamed in the attacker's grasp.
Cory narrowed his eyes and moved forward cautiously. If whoever the person was, wanted a fight, then so be it... His eyes glowed yellow as he lunged forward with an outstretched fist, avoiding a second plunge of the knife, then landing a solid blow which sent the attacker flying back. He rushed forward and landed another blow, another blow—and another, until the knife escaped the killer's grasp. He panted and moved back to a respectable distance to avoid being taken unawares. "Take off that mask," he demanded with authority.
The killer obeyed and lifted his left hand to peel off the mask. He saw his chance at the distraction and sneaked
