Zeline thrust his cleaver at me and I blocked it with mine but my sword snapped in two. My desperate struggle was snuffed in an instant. With one hand grabbed my throat and lifted me up. I couldn't breathe; my throat felt like imploding. I don't know why but fate really wants me to suffer, huh? But Lord Fate, I too have an answer for you.
Both of my hands were free. At first, I tried to free myself but I was unable to do so. I was almost out of breath. My body wasn't listening to me but I kept at it with sheer willpower alone. My sword was lying on the ground in pieces; so, there was only one option left. I brought out the knife and shot it through his neck: he saw it coming but he was too overconfident to dodge. I grinned as the last of my consciousness started to fade.
