He looked nervously at the brute with the knife, who was demanding the ring from his shrivelled old finger.
“No” he said trying to be firm, but failing miserably.
The thug closed in.
He didn’t see the hand slice through the air and break the side of his neck, and the foot that followed and rendered his nose contorted beyond recognition. He slumped to the ground and fell face flat in his own blood.
The old man hobbled away, smiling.