"Once more into the fray..." I said as I strapped my knife to my palm. The handle of the blade grinded against my bruised hand, causing more blood to fall from my already grievous wound. The Grunt continued to grow closer, slowly bringing up it's own speed. It groaned an unearthly sound, and sounded like it was choking. I knew better. I stared back at it angrily, and stood in a combat stance at it grew closer.
"Into the last good fight I'll ever know..." I said calmly. My blood had now dripped down to my lip, making it a deeper shad of red than it was supposed to be. My brow poured out gallons of sweat as I fought my weakened body to stand once more. These Grunts had been the reason of murders, kidnappings, and tortures. I was just another victim, but I wouldn't go down without a fight. Another grunt showed up from behind the other, sprinting with all it's might. Behind it, another. Three grunts. I'm outnumbered and outmatched. I didn't care though. My daughter had already escaped this wretched castle, I told her never to return to our old home. I don't know if she listened, but dear God I hope she did. I saw another grunt make itself known, bringing the total up to four.
"Live and die on this day..." I said as I reached down with my other hand, bringing up a scalpel. The blade was tinted with dried blood, but it was still sharp, and could be used in a fight. I glared angrily at the oncoming grunts, all of which were sprinting at me with full speed. My fingers twitched as fatigue continued to wear away my body, but my resolve did not falter. I stood defiantly in front of the opened gate, torches spread around me. The fires provided my vision of the hallways, and the grunts. I roared in anger... and charged...
"LIVE AND DIE ON THIS DAY!" I shouted as I leaped, and drove the knife into the heart of the first grunt. It gave a screech as another tried to attack. I dodged it's strike, and slashed it's chest with the scalpel, gaining a groan of pain. I tried to drive my knife into it, but I felt a slashing wound across my back. I dropped to my knees, groaning in pain. I was not done yet though. I roared in defiance and threw my knife through the leg of one of the grunts, gaining another agony filled cry. I slashed upwards with my scalpel, gaining another screeching noise as I witnessed a grunt fall to the ground. I felt claws dig into my abdomen, and I stopped breathing for a moment. All I felt was pain, as though a fire had been ignited in my side. When I did breathe, it was of defeat. I fell to the ground, the scalpel slipping out of my hand. I breathed slowly, and heavily as my view began to fade.
"Live... And die... On this day..." I whispered, barely moving. I let my breathing continue to slow as one of the grunts limped over to me. I smiled and chuckled as my eyes fluttered, barely able to stay open. The grunt growled and slashed downward... And I felt claws digging into my skull...