I would soon black out, and then the beasts would feast on me. It fell from my hand and clattered to the ground and with it went my last vestige of hope.īlood drained from my body and my vision faded. The jaws of one of the beasts clamped on my wrist, and I lost my grip on one of my swords. I wanted to live, I wanted to fight, but the agonizing pain of my flesh being torn and sliced was too great to bear. For every monster I took down, another two took its place. I spun my blades trying to battle the never-ending tide, trying to survive. I stumbled and the beasts-I was sure-tasted victory. Talons slashed across my back and warm blood trickled down as pain shot across my spine. The beasts were overpowering me and soon I wouldn’t be able to stop them. My crimson swords weighed so heavily in my hands that I felt as if I’d been fighting for what seemed like eternity.Ĭlaws and fangs suddenly slashed out from the darkness and I did my best to defend myself, though in my heart I knew it was a losing battle. I moved my head from side to side, scrunching my eyes, trying desperately to catch sight of the beasts before they reached me. Snarls and growls surrounded me, running my blood cold.
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