The threat of death rapidly closed in on me. Leon's staff mercilessly came towards me. I faced forwards, but I could still feel Osric behind me, like some sort of intuition. My thoughts rapidly sped up.
The air began to feel heavy to me and every split second that passed made it feel several times heavier.
It was as though death himself had his scythe right at my throat.
Yet, the smile on my face grew wider, almost like the disdain couldn't be contained with me and spilled out there.
I pointed my wooden stake forwards.
The pressure on me became stronger.
My eyes widened while my pupils constricted.
Leon's staff was right in front of my face and I could intuitively tell Osric's teeth were right around my waist, almost like he was trying to give me a hug.
Then, I disappeared.
Upon reappearing, I felt a fairly strong pain in my hand. It was trembling ever so slightly.