He loved how he lived his life in this world, that was the reason why he was smiling right in the face of death.
The fact that he was a warrior was what was about to lead to his death now, but he still didn't have any regrets. He was about to die a warrior, he considered that an honor.
The beast kept tightening the hand where he was in, and in the next few seconds, he'd be getting squashed completely. He could feel pains in his body as the beast was tightening its hand.
Death was getting closer and closer...
Then all of a sudden, arrows penetrated the beast's forehead and even one of its eyes. And in the next few seconds, another set of arrows penetrated its forehead again, which disoriented it completely.
Who fired the arrows? One of the warriors that had a bow and a quiver of arrows with him. This was unexpected, the man had already given up hope any of his fellow warriors would be helping him out of the situation he found himself in.
