Oh, poor hero... How did you get yourself in this dire situation with your enemy? Stuck fighting both of your enemies, in this dreadful state of yours, laid out in the corner, trying to get up to fight with your sword in hand, Methuselah grabs you by your hand, and you hesitantly take his hand into yours with a meek frown on your face, as you almost let out a gasp.

You get up with Methuselah, in a battle position to fight the enemy. You lunge at the enemy, and stab the stomach of the enemy. The enemy stumbles back while Methuselah, your arch nemesis, starts rapidly stabbing the other enemy with a sharp daggar that he sharpened while you were down for the count.

"Hero... He is gone now. We have no more worries for him anymore." Methuselah stated, the deep dark red blood splattered against his face as he wipes it off and started to stare at you.