The sharp pain cleared his head in time for him to roll away from the stab aimed at his throat. The sword missed and he kicked with his leg at the boots of the husk, bringing the husk crashing down. A move that he was getting a bit too familiar with.
His sword was too far away, he couldn't allow the husk to regain its composure. Aldrich crawled over the husk, straddle it and used the sharp edge of his shield to strike at the husk's head repeatedly until it's brain spilled out of its head.
Aldrich cleaned the blood off of the sword and the shield then he decided to take a short break before advancing further, he wasn't too tired but it was always better to be in perfect shape for the next battle.
The next sealed door revealed a swordsman who was clad in chainmail. The battle began unceremoniously.
