Swoooosh!
The knife slashed right through the arms, cutting them with one clean slice.
I took the chance to pull my feet back, but the moment I did, even more hands emerged, clinging to my legs ferociously. They gripped my pants and climbed higher and higher, forcing their way towards me.
Swooosh! Swooosh!
I continued to cut down the hands, barely freeing myself each time, but it was no use.
Each time I cut down a hand, a new one appeared.
No, not just one.
Several dozen appeared at once.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
It reached the point where all I could see were hands, my shirt and face smeared with blood as the heavy scent of metal filled my nose. To make matters worse, the distant chopping grew louder, steadily closing in.
I could feel it.
Something else was coming.
Something even more powerful.
But I didn't panic. Swinging my hand, I continued to slash down, cutting down several hands at once. But even that became problematic.
