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The back door crashed open, but still Emmit didn’t move. He knew who this was, and he didn’t want a fight in the coffee shop, unless he had the upper hand, immediately.

Even so he drew his knife letting it dangle at his side.

Listening with fox ears, Emmit heard a table crash as the enemy was moving toward him. Using the sound to calculate distances, he counted to two before leaping backward, ramming his shoulder into the glass door. Just as he cleared the doorway, with glass shattering all around, his shoulder rammed into the body of his opponent, so he jammed the knife forward, into the rib-cage.