I drew my sword sweat dripping down my chin I gulped, and rushed at the attacker. I sprinted towards him dodging his sword by inches, and sliding under his open legs I cut one of them off. He bellowed in pain, and in rage hurled his blade straight for my face. I snatched it out of the the air swung it in a spiral ark. And plunged it into his chest, causing blood to gush everywhere tainting the dead weeds at my feet a sickly pink. I raised my head to see a pistol firmly placed in between my jaw and my ear. Then a loud bang a sharp pain, and the world fades into black emptiness.
