Chapter ONE - Weebly

crashed into him, sending him sprawling. Ethan fell, too,
rolled, and was on his feet again. One of the knives had
flown from Folter’s hand; Ethan kicked the other one
away. He aimed a second kick at Folter’s jaw, but the
pup was too fast for him. He grabbed Ethan’s foot and
twisted viciously, flipping Ethan to the ground.
Folter threw himself onto Ethan, and for a few
harrowing moments the two of them grappled for
control of Ethan’s blade. Folter was younger, quicker,
stronger. He tried to pry Ethan’s fingers off the knife,
and though Ethan fought him, he could feel his grip on
the weapon slipping.
He wrapped his other hand around Folter’s throat
and squeezed as hard as he could. Immediately the
younger man stopped trying to tear the knife away and
instead grabbed at Ethan’s other hand. Ethan, his blade
hand now free, drove the heel of it up into Folter’s
nose. He heard bone break, felt hot blood splatter on
his cheek. An instant later, Folter rolled off of him, both
hands clutching his face, blood running over his fingers.
“Damn ya!” the pup said, his voice thick.
Ethan got to his feet and kicked Folter in the side.