Pain surged through me as my enemy’s hunting knife punctured my chest. I lost my breath, and gasped. Blood began to billow from my mouth as I gargled in agony. Using the knife, he pulled me to the ground, an ripped it out with a sharp jerk. However, he stupidly thought he’d won. No, that was not even close to true. I had spunk. And no matter how much trouble it’s brought me in the past, it may save my life at present. I looked up at him, eyes glassy and dazed, and smirked. He tilted his head in confusion. I laughed, spitting blood onto the grated floor. “Wrong…Person…To mess with.” I breathed, snaking my hand underneath me to silently grab my bowie knife. I grinned as he scoffed at me. Withing in a seeming split second, I was standing. With one, powerful motion I jammed the knife into the space between his shoulder and his chest, and twisted. He feel dead at my feet. I, fell with him. I grabbed where he’d stabbed me awkwardly, and mustering all I had left, stood.