He wheezed as pain spread through his abdomen, making his trunk hurt with every breath he took.
Yukon looked down at his abdomen and saw a knife buried deep into his gut.
It wasn't just any knife however, it was Yukon's own knife. A beautifully crafted dagger that was given to him by his first ever swords teacher.
It had been Yukon's favorite possession and he had never used it once.
And now it was lodged deep into his stomach.
Yukon felt the life draining out of him and wondered how it had happened.
Haze fell to his knees when he was dropped but he quickly got back to his feet.
Now he looked at Yukon crouched on the ground on all fours.
A smile slowly formed on his face.
As Haze was being choked by Yukon, he quickly formulated a plan.
Yukon was much too strong and fast for him to handle and when you're facing such an opponent, you can't use direct force.
Direct attack would always fail because the opponent would be prepared for it and be able to react in time.
