"B.itch!" Muttered the drunk. He flung the empty bottle in my direction. Then he stumbled and the bottle just slipped over my shoulder.
The bottle fell to the ground with a shattering sound, and one of the broken necks touched my heel. When the drunkard saw that I had not been hit, the curses in his mouth were even dirtier.
I quickly bent down to pick up the neck of the broken bottle. The jagged cracks reflected golden spots of light, but the drunkard's ugly face began to approach. I thrust the end of the neck into his chest.
"Ah!"
Blood flowed from his chest, the broken neck still firmly inserted into his chest. The man tried to reach out and pull the neck out of his chest, but he just took two steps back and slumped over the railing.
My fight coach told me that I could attack certai
