The mob was enormous. Xenan couldn't keep his hands from wandering to the pocket knife he hid behind his sleeve, something he had changed with every passing minute after the mistake of getting them into the mess of laundry. Today was different. His hands were aching as he tried to bring closer the knife to Delan, whose dirty mouth scolded and played with emotions he had the least rights over.
"Your mother must have been a goddamn w***e!"
Slash!
A cut, and nothing more.
It came and sliced off Delan's wrist bangles which had fist-pumped as he soared in his husky voice and figure. The entire crowd gasped. The ones who held Delan had staggered back on their feet, while Xenan could say nothing, his hands over his mouth in wonder while he stood on his feet, his eyes swelling up.
The heat of
