Luke wasn't anxious.
If Laybecker couldn't win, Luke could always shoot the enemy from the dark.
That wasn't anything unusual for him.
At that moment, William flipped his knife to block Laybecker's kitchen knife, before he thrust forward.
Laybecker stepped back and deflected the military knife, before he slashed in return.
William backed off and raised his left hand to protect the path from his chest to his neck.
Chila!
Part of the cuff of his leather jacket was cut by the kitchen knife.
William stepped back again and regained his balance. Protecting himself with the military knife, he said, "Laybecker, your skills are rusty…"
Laybecker didn't say anything, but his lip curled in a sneer.
He slowly took half a step forward, twirling his knife to distract William.
The next moment, he sped up and took another half-step forward as his and William's knives collided repeatedly.