Now, the only one that remained alive in that alley was the bald-headed man wearing a wife-beater, his form trembling as he pleaded, 'Please, please don't kill me!'
Amethyst did not answer him; she merely observed, a smile gracing her lips as she registered his expression.
His expression was a mix of fear and desperation, his body trembling as he crawled closer to Amethyst. "Please-"
"Swoosh!" He suddenly lunged towards her, retrieving a knife from god knows where and swinging it wildly at her.
Amethyst took a step back in response, barely dodging the knife. "Bam!" She then stomped on his face, the slap of her oversized flip-flop connecting with his jaw echoing through the alley.
"Argh!" The bald man grunted and fell onto his back, but he was persistent, rising to his knees once more. But the moment he tried to get to his feet, he wobbled and fell back down as though the ground were made of oil.
