The monster didn't stop and swung its sword over the old man's head and the old man blocked it. But this time he was right under the pressure. The old man was at his limit. He was leaking blood through his nose and mouth from the pressure.
I- must- move!
But my feet weren't moving. I couldn't will myself to do anything. Nothing was working. I slapped myself and forced my body to shut the fuck up.
I know I'm in trouble. You don't have to remind me!
I took a deep breath, focused my thoughts, prepared myself for the worst, and went straight for the monster's back. I thrust my sword through his torso. But alas! The sword broke in pieces. I didn't care, my knife was in my other hand; jumping up, I shot it straight through his neck.
"We-well done lad!"
"Don't talk old man!" I managed
