He leaps forward and knocks the gun out of the guy's hand, at the same time that Oscar charges to stand in front of me, his teeth bared and barking viciously. At the sound of the metal clattering to the ground, both my and the mugger's attention snaps to Kane. Kane, who is already pressing his forearm to the stranger's throat against the brick wall of the building. "You piece of fucking shit," he snarls, his face only an inch away from the guy. "You were going to hurt her? I could kill you."
