The sword fell down and the world was plunged into slow motion right before my eyes as I thought "Is this how I go?".
My thoughts frozen at that moment, I watched the sword as the past couple of months played in ultra high speed in my head.
[This can't be it!] I roared internally.
[I did not survive the encounter with Varro just to die here!]
[I can't be killed here, if I die what happens when the Hive reaches earth? My family, friends and other people but most of all what would become of me if I die here]
[I said I would create my own destiny and destroy all who stood in my way so how can I possibly die here!] I roared as the sword arrived just inches away from my head.
I gripped my short swords as my eyes gleamed under the moonlight as a single thought remained in my head
[F*ck the Stars, F*ck fate, I am the rebel of the universe and will only die when I choose to]