*Is fighting meaningless? How many hours has this been? Ugh, I lost track of time. My eyes itch from the ashes, and my mind overheated from constantly thinking. When is the next strike coming? *
Slash!!
*Should I dodge or perhaps counterattack? My body feels numb, and I want to stop. I want to rest, but that seems too expensive for the current situation*
*What's ahead of me? Are their numbers decreasing? This could go on forever. I need help, maybe someone could help. But who? Will anyone warp into this forsaken place by chance? *
*I just have to keep fighting. Even if my bones break, I have to fight to survive. That is the only way to bring purpose and justification for this feeble life. I must survive*
Slash!!
Desperate attempts to survive were all he knew, and with that, he acted. Every strike was filled with a determination to survive, but the numbers broke that resolve at each turn.