The fear was so pure for Mithat after seeing the man's face. How could it be possible for "something" to be like that, and still... Murphy stabbed the man, stabbed multiple times. It should hurt anything, getting stabbed. Murphy was yelling, but the man looked like not cared. Mithat had a little time, he poked the Lady on the table to wake her up.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-weight: bold">Lady, wake up."</span><br/><br/>But at that time, the "Man" started walking to Officer Murphy. He was like, the stabbings even didn't give him a little damage. Mithat poked the lady for last time, and aimed at the man. He could do it, and it will cause problems. Or he could do something else, Mithat got few secons to think. The man grabbed Murphy's neck, it was the time.<br/><br/>There was few meters between the scary man and Mithat. Mithat grabbed the tablecloth from table in a second, didn't care glasses falling down from table. Light it with his lighter. The grip on Murphy's neck was getting tighten. Mithat put his gun back, and took the flaming tablecloth. Hoping it will work, Mithat came one and a half meter closer to the Man, and throw the flaming tablecloth behind him, hoping it will attach the man's back and cause him serious pain.