So it had come down to this, for some reason.
The lines were drawn in the sand (chalk, actually, on pavement) and Crowd was there, ready to decide who would live or die.
The fight was just between him and I, of course, but Crowds always know before you do, they speak to each other with a wall of noise that shapes fate for everyone who can hear.
I was going to bloody up his pretty-boy face. I had him on size, skill, and hate.
I had my cane with me, and it was Excalibur.