A dagger materialized in front of me, crashing to the ground from an unknown source. I hurriedly, without any delay grabbed hold of the dagger and gripped hard on it. The man already got to me, swinging his fist very hard. It turned out that I was no match for him, but I just did what I could do, defending myself by clashing with his dagger. I furiously pushed him back with the amount of strength in me but he only staggered a bit before regaining his strength and rushing back at me, the dagger aiming for my right eye.
I tried hard to block it, my dagger gritted his own as it created an ominous sound.
The man pressed down hard on me, and fear grew within me with each passing second as I watched the dagger nearing my eyes.
