You gasped in pain as the enemy soldier gripped your throat and pinned you against the wall. His fingers squeezed tighter, and colorful spots filled your vision as you kicked and punched, trying desperately to free yourself.

"You die here," he whispered in a low voice.

Then, suddenly, you could breathe. You slid to the floor, choking and gasping. You looked up to see Konig with a massive forearm wrapped around the man's throat from behind, his eyes on you.

"You're okay, Schatz. Get up."