I SWIFTLY AVOIDED when the man was about to stab me using his scythe sword. I had been bearing the wound in my arm for a quite while now when many times I was not able to avoid his attack.
He continues slashing his sword towards me and I blocked it using my spear. I gulped many times. I had really no other choice. I should fight for my life. This life of mine right now is a second chance. Because of my colleagues, I avoided death.
And this time, I really need to do an offensive, not only defensive. I should attack him even though it kills my conscience.
With full force, I pushed my spear as his sword was lapping on it. I succeed. I managed to push him away from me.
We stared at each other intensely for a while. He then glared at me which seemed like he wanted to bury me alive. After a
