
There were still so many, and I was greatly outnumbered. I see everyone else around me, blood-streaked, in many parts, wounded.
But the snarls and the heavy steps and the gritted teeth gave their courage away.
I, on the other hand, was exhausted. I can hardly look up after striking one when another comes barreling in. Honestly, when can I have some air?
A sword plunged through my side; I had little sense to see the damage. All I knew is, there was a roar, a sickening crunch of armor, a sharp pain, and I was falling, falling backward…
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