In a Struggle to Survive

Pausing, you take a deep breath. Your heart beats like a drum, echoing through your veins alerting you that the fight is soon to begin. Your eyes narrow as you spot Crimson and his shark-like demon henchmen approaching. You clench your fists, summoning every ounce of courage you have. "Humans like you don't usually dare to stand against us," Crimson taunts, grinning wickedly. His henchmen spread out, circling you like the scent of fear are sticking to you. You knew each one had abilities far beyond any mortal, but it was far too late to back down. "Perhaps you underestimate us," you reply, forcing a smirk onto your face. With that, you leap into action, just as Crimson and his henchmen strike. Your training kicks in, using every technique and strategy you've learned to defend yourself. Every punch and kick against them, was like going against a steel wall. Still, you give it your all, still hoping that you could survive. Crimson watches amused, letting his henchmen take the lead. You're a spectacle to him, a plaything before the kill. Despite your best efforts, one of their claws grazes your arm. You can feel the cloth tearing and the sudden sharp pain. It only fuels your determination, but the pain rockets up your arm and you let out a cry. Seeing your vulnerability, Crimson finally decides to join the fight. He moves with a serene grace, like a shark closing in on its prey. You try to stand firm, to continue your opposition against Crimson. But the injuries and exhaustion are quickly catching up, making your movements sluggish and weak. Crimson is a formidable opponent. He plays with you, like a cat with a mouse, not seriously injuring you but wearing you down. He wants you to know that you are greatly outmatched and you're fighting a losing battle. The last blow you remember is a strike from Crimson to your gut. The pain is all-encompassing, your vision blurs, and your strength leaves your body. Falling to your knees, you resist as much as you can, but your heart knows the truth. You're not going to survive. Laying on your back, you look at the night sky, your senses dimming. Crimson pauses, his wicked grin fades away to a cruel satisfaction. He and his henchmen walk away, leaving you alone. With the last of your strength, you make your peace and close your eyes. You didn't survive, but you fought with all your being. That is something Crimson and his henchmen couldn't take away. You did your best against overwhelming odds, and in the end, that's all you could have truly done.