He fell to the ground with a thump,groaning in pain,he tried to move his left leg...Crap..It's broken. He groaned again from the headache he received during the fight. He moved his left hand around trying to find his weapon but instead he felt a warm sticky liquid all over, and, was it increasing in size? He groaned again knowing exactly what that liquid was. He heard another booming laugh coming from his attacker as he growled, eyes flashing angrily, and attempted to get back up before falling back down almost immediately. It hurt to even move. He growled in frustration, attempting to roll over onto his back but couldn't. His right shoulder had a stab wound and it felt dislocated making his right arm useless. There was no chance in him winning this fight and he knew that, but he had to try, for his family. As another dark laugh and footsteps coming closer, he frantically searched for his weapon. There it was! Now if he could just reach it. Just when his weapon was in arms reach he yelped in pain as a heavy metal boot stomped on his hand. Causing a series of cracks. His hand had broke, heck, he wouldn't be surprised if the bones had turned to dust.
"You think you could win this fight? Ha! You are as good as dead!" The enemy boomed mockingly, kick him right in the head. The force of the metal caused him to see black. He soon felt himself losing conciousnous. As his eyes slid closed he thought one last thing.
'Help...please...'
