It was like watching a horror movie, as blood kept sipping out from his wound non stop. He took the dagger from his lips and walked towards me.
I contemplated on using my gun, but I knew it was a bad idea. A very bad one. 'Diana don't let him scare you.' I cautioned my racing heart and tense body.
My eyes darted to my mom's direction. The bastard didn't throw me towards her direction no matter what.
I recalled all his deeds, my dad almost dying and others and regained my confidence. If I managed to messed him up this much, then I can do more.
With those thoughts in mind; I didn't wait for him to get to where I stood and dashed towards him as well. Our blades collided with each other, while our legs hit and counter attacks from each other.
Despite the loss of blood, he seemed to get stronger. I could feel his hatred for me. It's like we are mortal enemies or something.
