*Mayo's POV*
I went to the grunt closet, and went in. There was mist and red lights all around. I guess grunts must like red lights and mist. I walked past the sword rack, paying no mind to it. I could do it bare-handed, though, couldn't I?
Is it a good idea to do this? I asked myself. I mean, Grunt's claws are so sharp! But I really need to train! Should I use a sword...? Right before I could make a decision, a grunt shuffled it's way over to me.
Get ready, Mayo, I told myself. Just give it a kick in the stomach. Riggh-...
It was too late; the grunt lashed its claw, and left a huge, bloody mark on my waist. I screamed as loud as I could as I collapsed onto the blood-stained tiles.
Blood began to leak through my shirt, and a rage of fire rushed over my waist. Tears stungs my eyes, and I silently begged Barrel to come find me.