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.
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