You Vile Bastard!

Lily's POV

My little mind had judged immediately who would have won that fight. My father was the one with the knife, pointing towards the man who had nothing to shield himself from the blade.

But the other was certainly not a fan of taking instructions, and so he walked. He walked towards my father without any fear of what would have happened if my father swung the knife at his face. He was truly fearless and if it wasn't that the case was quite dangerous, I would have cheered to his fearless act.

But how could I? When my family's safety is hung around that fearless act of his.

I looked in with fear as my father fought for his family, swinging the knife at him violently from both the left and the right, making sure that the blade was able to slice through any particular part of his flesh.

But this masked man, I couldn't understand or explain his speed, and I couldn't tell how he was able to escape all the strikes my father had delivered to him, but his moves had outweighed my father