Otis buckles, dropping to his knees. Sonny jumps off the counts stool, but Mickey's hand clutches hold of his shoulder. Sonny spins around toward Mickey, loaded for bear, and points his finger at him, threateningly. Sonny's finger drops on his boot. He grabs his aching hand.
Blood flows from the wound.
Just because my woman's mopping up the floor with your buddy is no reason for you to join in. The buck knife slips back into its sheath. At first, there seems to be no difference with Sonny. Finally, blood flows from the slices made in his face and chest. Heading fast toward Short-Order Cook's face.