Mafia 110. Heckelia

As I continued to explore the city, I felt someone's hand under my cloak and quickly grabbed the brazen fellow by the wrist. The thief's target was undoubtedly the bag of money, but to his misfortune, he chose the wrong opponent.
"Not bad," the stranger said, moving like a snake, freeing himself from my grip and grabbing his weapon, "few travelers manage to detect me..."
Having said this, he licked the blade of his sword and grinned defiantly. It was perfectly clear to me that he wasn't interested in the money, but simply wanted to find someone to fight. Feeling the gaze of a dangerous beast, which this stranger was, I realized that I wouldn't be able to leave here unscathed without a fight, and I decided to accept his challenge. Perhaps my fighting style lacked the elegance with which my opponent fought, but my skill was more than enough to corner him... Or so I initially thought. At the last moment, the scoundrel dodged the blow and disappeared into the crowd, while the tip of my dagger pierced the flesh of one of the passersby.