“Heh, You really don’t know when to give up.. eh kiddo?”

A sharp blow to your upper arm, cutting straight through the fabric of your shirt. Blood runs down your arm, you strike him back with your knife. You’re both quite battered and exhausted, but he isn’t willing to stop just yet. You almost fall to your knees, hand over the fresh and fatal wound he had made across your stomach. ..He almost freezes up with the knife in hand.