West Walls Waltz.

The second footpad side stepped the old dude and stared at the interloper. He raised a Stanley knife in warning; “Back off shit-head, unless you want some of this.”

Paul glared at the other scally who’d snatched this free meal from his plate…metaphorically speaking. The dude had cornered the old guy near a set of steps that led down to the car park. A quick swish of the carpet knife had stopped the fella and his wallet full of cash in his tracks.

Paul quickly weighed up his options…walk away and lose the easy money or sort out this new-comer and then take the money.

“No, you fuck off or you’re getting this!” Paul retorted as he brandished six inch blade of his own. “And mine’s bigger than yours!”

All the while the older gent looked on with a stupefied expression on his face.

The two muggers closed on each other, knives held out in readiness. They bantered as they circled each other in the middle of the road.

“Come on then!”

“You come on hard man, I’ll cut you a new arsehole!”

“Fuck you, you tit-wank!”

The old guy smiled as they finally made a move at each other.

Paul jumped forward and at the same time stabbed up at the second mugger.
The longer blade stuck deep into the hoodie wearing mugger’s left shoulder.
The hoodie screamed in pain and slashed Paul across the face with the razor sharp Stanley knife.

The triangular blade cut a deep gash just under his hairline, but from the blood that cascaded down onto his face it looked as if the top of Paul’s skull had been removed.

Both muggers fell back from each other.

Hoodie boy still had the knife lodged deep into his deltoid and Paul was doing a good impression of a B-movie zombie, holding his head and moaning unintelligible words.

Then the old dude stepped forward.
His back no longer bent.
His demeanour was no longer that of an old drunk man.
Lithe shoulders squared off and eyes that glinted with a cold sense of humour scanned the two muggers in appraisal.

“You two idiots are too stupid for words.” He pointed at Paul Wilson “You, next time you think about rolling an old man or a young boy on his way home, think about me!”

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