[Funkduder]

As sword met shield, Night's legs began to shake. Is it too la- CRACK. A swift kick to his knee bent his leg backwards, without the proper support. He lost too much blood, and he buckled to one with a scream. "RAARGH!" he yelled, as he used his strength, or what was left of it, to throw a blow from his hammer to the man's shoulder, attempting to break it. Thoughts of honor no longer prevented him from reaching the conclusion, that if he missed now or was blocked successfully, he just might die again.