Kenton roared and leaped at me, slashing down with his shiv, and carved a neat gully out of the concrete wall. He should be using that thing to dig an escape tun—
He made another lunge and I jumped to the side again. but he'd been paying more attention than I'd given him credit for. He was edging me back into the cell, back to the corner with a window. At least I might die with a view.
My heart pumped harder, adrenaline waking up my brain, my nerve endings. My eyes moved fast, calculating his moves. Except he was crazy, unpredictable. I kept ducking, taking big sweeps from side to side as he stabbed the air again and again with his shiv. He was getting close to trapping me. None of my fellow inmates would help me—they were already arguing over who got my cell.
Shit, Max, think! I ordered myself—and came up with an idea. If this didn't work, I was dead.

Kenton screamed and swiped at me again. I leaped back, hitting the wall, and his shiv cut me over one eye. Warm blood ran into my eye and down my face, blocking out half of my vision. When Kenton pulled his arm back again, I pushed off from the wall and dove towards the floor, landing outside my cell on top of the other prisoners' feet. They parted around me, making space. Nobody wanted to be too close to me when Kenton was making such sloop swings with his shiv.

- Hawk, Chapter 20/21