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When the tail horns struck Ryle's calf, a searing hot sensation was perceived. "Argh!" he screamed and pressed both his hands on his injury, stumbling down on the hard ground. Drenched in sweat, his vision began to blur. He was not accustomed to pain. All of his life living in the comfort of the city made him weak and fragile.
Is this it for me?
Two silhouettes appeared before him and his heart pounded as fear overwhelms him, his wound throbbing.
Is that the reapers I see? Are they here to collect me?
Then a sword and shield appeared on his hands, automatically letting his grip on his calf loosen.
What is this?
He tried to get up, but one of his leg could no longer carry his weight. Blood pooled on the ground beneath him since pressure was no longer instilled in on his torn calf. To his surprise, one of the silhouettes began fighting the creature. His vision reddened and blackened, almost losing his consciousness, but not quite.