The air hung still with tension while we stood with baited anticipation. The first to make a move would be the one with surprise on his side. With that thought, I ran the opposite direction to the Goblin-Toad-Man. If I look back I'll lose speed and it'll be able to grab me, in which case my death is already preordained.
Running over stones, moss, and branches, feet creating tracks in dirt and mud. Thunder of roars and footsteps echo from behind me. I can feel the wrath and hatred emanating from the green bastard and how it's gained up on me.
I fight the urge to look back and push myself even harder, running faster and faster. Adrenaline pumps fast and hard through my blood and soul pushing away fatigue with fear as its host. I glide over creeks and logs while slamming through leaves.
Though, no matter how fast I run and jump and climb, it's somehow ever so slightly faster. All sound had vacated the forest leaving only my raggard breathing, and its thundering footsteps.
I heard the strike before it came as it ripped through the air. The giant, meaty fist slammed into the center of my back; knocking the wind out of me. I crash through the brush and stones, getting bruises and cuts every which where.
After tumbling ten meters I slam into a tree. Whatever wasn't broken is now and from the feelings of stabbing pain in my chest, I think my lungs have been punctured.
"Cuh.", I cough up a part of my lung made evident by the red blood that came out. I lean against the tree in a half conscious stupor. The world is deathly quiet except for my heartbeat. Bu dum bu dum, bu dum; but really, really fast.
Coming back to reality lets me see the blurry figure of the goblin-toad-thing coming closer and closer. Haha, it hurts to laugh but I can't stop myself. To think I'd die like this, it's quite insane truly.
In the middle of accepting my fate I realize something, the goblin-toad is moving slow, like unbearably slow. Not like a predator that knows it's won and is gloating in its victory, more like it's in slow motion.
Seeing its slow movement an idea comes to me. I, in fits of pain and more pain, stand up and slowly walk to the side. Five steps is what it takes for the creature to change direction towards where I am now, though it should be noted that there's a surprised look in its eyes.
So, this is the gift Wyrev gave to me?
I Love It.
I look at the ground for a stone or something I can use to bludgeon this things, time for a great battle.