He jerks his eyes open.

Rafy sees this long knife facing him.

He rolls to the side to save his skin.

From his noble bed he ends up on his feet and harried.

‘Who are you, you filthy race?

The man doesn't answer and throws himself at the governor.

Rafy manages to grab his fists,

but a headbutt throws him off balance.

Two elbows to the nose bring terror.

The blade slices his cheek.

He falls to the ground.

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He crawls to a lantern.

Rafy turns it on; the orange and red light

illuminates the room with a taciturn air.

He grabs a stick and yokes himself.

‘I'll rip your hood off, you can be sure of that.

The governor leaps up.

The dark one dodges.

Rafy collides with a chest of drawers but remains impassive.

He passes to the side.

Charges straight at his target

Smashes him against the wall with a hook.

The blow is so powerful that his opponent is stunned.

He picks up the knife and throws it into the air.

The knife gets caught in the ropes holding a huge chandelier to the ceiling.

A bitter defeat?

The dark one recovers

Grabbing Rafy by the throat with an iron fist.

He forcefully kneels him down

Above him as the air

Is above people.

The governor thrusts a stick into the stranger's side.

He flinched and fell backwards.

His blood flows and Rafy regains the upper hand.

‘Say your prayers, you vile creature!

He rips off his hood.

‘... Habib?’