I was going to die

I was going to die. I could tell by the icy, black glare he was shooting me from across the clearing and the tense set of his shoulders.

A cool, ominous wind swept through the clearing as I met his gaze, stubbornly, silently mocking him; I'm not afraid of death and I'm certainly not afraid of you. Do your worst.

His gaze turned mocking slightly, telling me that he fully intended to make me scream as I died. His stance changed slightly, becoming more like a cat that was preparing to spring.

Just as he launched himself at me, a dark shape came barreling out of the woods behind me, crashing into him like two boulders colliding in a mountain slide. I passed out from the sound of their collision.