Damn it, I thought. I missed the block again. I felt the sword slide through my leathers, leaving behind a new hole. I fell to my knees with a grunt. You got used to the pain, in that you knew what to expect and how much it would hurt. It always hurt as much as the time before though.
I came to at the bonfire. I was getting tired of waking up to that same view. I checked my armor. The leather had been repaired, leaving only a neat stitch to remind me I had been stabbed. I stood up.