The man in silver armor, torn and ripped from battle, swung his silver sword, which glowed with faint light. Suddenly, three monsters with wild eyes and red, torn skin burst from the ground. Their sharp claws were ready for attack as they dived towards him mindlessly. He managed to slice the head off one of them but got his boot stuck in the soil as he tried to back away. Both his allies had already fallen, hurt too badly to fight.
He then took a hit to the face, which forced him to the ground. His metal boot came loose, but he was already down, wincing in pain. Blood ran down his face where his eye had been sliced. As the second creature moved in for another swift attack, the man, unable to react in time, threw his hands above his face, bracing for the worst. But then, unexpectedly, nothing happened.
