He was heedless of the cuts on his palms as he scrambled through the darkness, trying to get away from whatever had tackled him.
Why the hell did I think taking a glass lamp was a good idea? He thought.
He felt something clamp down on his foot and pain shot through his leg. Apparently whatever attacked him had a mouth.
He cried out and tried to turn over while reaching for a dagger he kept in a thigh sheathe.
The beast was shaking his leg, making it difficult to grab the knife and the pain was making hazy.