I hear the whipping of a sword.
Falling to the ground, I dodged it.
Jumping back up, I punched one of the men.
His nose broke.
My hand was warm and wet with his blood.
A sword tapped my forearm.
Blood dripped from it.
Another man kicked me.
I screamed as my mind spun.
I needed to kill.
I needed to rip into their flesh.
The door busted open.
A blur of blue and fiery red armour came through.
The men paused.
I didn’t hesitate.
I grabbed my sword.
Thrusting it into the enemy.
Blood sprayed up the walls.
Blood sprayed all over me as I hacked the enemy a part.
The blue and red blur joined me.
Hacking the head of another man, I knew there was only one man left.
I stared at him.
His black cloak wet with the blood of his friends.
A hand grabbed my shoulder, I screamed.
Smashing my fists in the person who touched me.
I saw the cloaked man move.
I didn’t want him to escape.
Darting over to him, I sunk my nails into his flesh. Ripping chunks out until someone grabbed me.
Again, I screamed.
The blue and red blur killed the last man.