Coils and Whiskers

And like that it was over. The man before him dodging his attacking and slipping away like a thief in the night. Rust colored eyes stared hard at the battered beast before him, as his lungs struggled to keep the air in that he so desperately needed. So as he gasped and heaved, staring down his enemy, the blood by now had soaked his entire right leg. There was no more rationale in his mind frame. There was no more conscious effort in his movements. His mind and body were now in survival mode; shutting down anything that didn't need to function so that he could simply survive. He no longer felt the pain. Numb and emotionally dead he couldn't process anymore. The world spun in colors and shapes that he couldn't even imagine, his body seeming to spiral into a vast nothingness, until all at once he was crashing down and his world went black. DON'T LET THE BASTARDS GRIND YOU DOWN

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