Anakin stifled gasping groans as he groped with his cold and sweating hand for his lightsaber.
His blue eyes ached as they strained to penetrate the cold darkness.
He felt blood trickling out of the harsh cut that went from his forehead to his cheekbone.
He inhaled sharply and instinctively hugged his stomach,
The pain of the enemy's fatal strike was taking effect.
A loud, chilling, breath echoed in the darkness and a red blade slowly ignited to hunt its anticipated victim.
The dying young man dragged himself into a tiny crevice to hide his trembling body from his most daunting enemy:
Himself.