Will saw his coming, and backed away from the bars, but he'd barely eaten in five days and the Sheriff was fueled by vengeance. The door to the cage slammed open and Will raised his hands for an attack he was expecting at his chest, and instead yowled as the knife tore down the front of his thigh, and in putting his hand down to the wound left himself open to the hard blow that knocked him roughly into the bars, dazed. And as quickly as the Sheriff had entered his cell, he was gone from it, the door slamming shut again, and Will groaned, "You son of a bitch," his hand pressed over the bleeding wound.