I slammed my fist into its oncoming paw, but the force of it made my arm buckle and sent me flying away from it. I landed with a hard thud, and doubt started to fill me. I didn’t understand. I had been so much weaker then. It had been before Candido gave me his blood, before all the working out I had done and all the healing over the years, but I couldn’t muster up the strength from then. Was it because I was hungry and dizzy?
It wasn’t like I was in perfect shape back then! I should be able to do this now of all times. I was going to die if I couldn’t. I was going to die and never see Candido again and I didn’t want that.
I was going to live. I had to live. No matter what I had to do, I had to live.
I tried again, but before I could even throw a punch, it swatted me out of the air.
