“Die you wretched scum!” A clean blade flashed brightly as the orange sunlight coming through the windows to light up the staircase touched its polished edge. Instantaneously, my nervous system sent jolting bolts throughout my body, overwhelming my reflexes to act at the moment’s notice and deviate my back from the incoming fatal strike, just barely.
Although my ultra-instinct managed to alert me in time, my body was slow to keep up with my brain’s reaction speed and the blade nicked my cheek, cutting the outer flesh and stopping before reaching my nose. As I finished my hundred and eighty-degree turn, I finally laid eyes on the assailant attempting to claim my head.
It was a man, possibly the same age as I, armed with a rifle fixed with a bayonet at its end, yet using it like a spear
