Yogw fell backwards, feeling a sharp pain on his chest. He landed hard on his back, his armour preventing any major injuries to his spine.
When falling, Yogw accidentally let go of his sword, the sword clanging some distance away.
He was all the way back at the bottom of the stairs.
The Nine-Tailed Fox stood several steps away, still sitting while staring at him coldly.
Yogw's chest was warm, and the pain was devastating. He looked to check the damage. His armour had been ripped clean through. His chest was cut.
There were three slashes across Yogw's chest. Yogw calmed himself down. He was bleeding a lot, but at least it was not fatal.
The Nine-Tailed Fox's front left paw had a faint trail of blood. The monster's class were sharp enough to rip through armour. The same armour that could withstand a blow from a cyclops' club.
The footsteps came ever so close.
Yogw got up and picked his sword up before he ran up the stairs, raising his sword. He needed to get out.
