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<span class="mu-i">SHING!</span>
You barely manage to dodge as he slashes at your face, he cuts a long, skin-deep wound into your cheek.
“But that’s also your problem, you’re so used to streets and rings that you’re thinking too <span class="mu-i">normal</span>” He scolds as you desperately try and fix your numb arm to no avail, he bull rushes you with a knife in hand.
You attempt to slink back and dodge, but the moment you put your left foot back, it gives out from underneath you
“What the-” You topple over, the back of your head almost crashing into the pavement, but just before you hit your head, Jack’s bull rush crashes into your torso.
“GUH-” You have the wind expelled from your lungs upon impact, the pain is immense, you fade out of consciousness for a moment, only being brought back by the violent, rolling landing that follows the tackle.
The moment you both stop rolling, Jack straddles you now, keeping you firmly pinned with his bodyweight as he posies his knife overhead, “Out on this battlefield, the enemy will never fight you <span class="mu-i">normal</span>, they will use every tricks you’ve never even <span class="mu-i">imagined</span> to get you-!”
He thrusts his knife at your head.
<span class="mu-s">CRACK!</span>
His knife buries itself slightly into the pavement as you dodge with your head, “And if ya can’t keep up! If ya can’t throw out something unimaginable yerself-!”
<span class="mu-s">CLINK! CLINK! CLINK!</span>
He keeps on stabbing at you, and you continue to dodge by narrower and narrower margins, “Then you’re dead! Dead! DEAD!”
He stabs the pavement once more, but this time instead of pulling the knife back up, he slides it across the gravel and runs it across your other cheek, almost cutting it open entirely.
“GAHHHHHHH-!”
<span class="mu-s">GRIP!</span>
“Guh-” Your cry of agony is interrupted by Jack taking a tight grip on your throat and hoisting his knife high once more.
“So show me Mr.Special.” He demands, a bloodthristy look in his eyes.
Your eyes dart over towards Hansel and Gretal, they lie helplessly in a broken pile nearby, you doubt they are even conscious.
He tightens the grip on your throat, “Ah-” You squeak out
“Show me what you’ve got what it takes to survive!!” He shouts thrusts knife down at your head with all his might, giving you no way to escape.
Hmmmmm…
But half-way through the madman’s strike, time seems to slow to a near stand-still and then you feel a new presence nearby, a haunting and powerful one.
Your eyes dart towards where that feeling is coming from and lo and behold, “Lucy-!” You barely manage to cry out.
She stands meters away from you, watching the predicament you find yourself in with a slight air of amusement.
“Hello darling, quite the situation you find yourself in, isn’t it?” She quips.