Skill kill

The tip of the raised  blade glistened as a ray of sunlight bounced of the sharp edge. His eyes reflected no emotions as he tightened his grip on the neck . The struggle was immediate but ineffective. His assistant took a step back as the blade cut through the air making a swift swooping noise.

The grip tightened a little more as the blade came closer to the neck,as the blade sliced through the skin and bone as if it was not even there. Was it his skill,his power or the strength of the blade or combination of all,but the admiration in the eyes of the assistant clearly showed that he had not seen a better butcher.

“Weigh it and get the next one”  the Butcher tossed the beheaded chicken as he wiped the blade clean