Rishi's bright yellow eyes stared at David from over his sword. David could feel the heat of the imp's breath, and there was a madness in its eyes.
"Come on, swordsman." The imp hissed, the point of a claw grazing against David's face, slicing his flesh right apart. A burning pain shot through David's face.
It took all of David's strength to keep the claws from slicing his entire face apart, he couldn't only send so much mana to strengthen his arms, or else his legs would collapse from underneath him.
Rishi pulled its right arm back, about to slice down on to David again, the other arm keeping David pinned down.
Keeping his breathing even and slow, David just watched as the arm slammed down at his face.
He waited, until the claws almost touched his sword. And in that moment, he let go of all the strength in his arms.
