That hurt. That hurt a lot, so much that it was hard to think. As he began to fall, still partly suspended by the sword, he saw his blood spilling out of him and knew he was dying. He had never wanted to die, no matter how much he was tired of life... but for some reason, it didn't bother him right now.

If anything, this made him wish he still had the gun in his hands to inflict the same amount of pain on the man in front of him. But it was lying over there, in the grass. He started to reach out, as if he could grab it, but his arm became weak and fell to his side.