Though I managed to avoid a blow to my heart, he struck me hard in my right shoulder, just above the wound packet. Dindrane, still hurting from the blow she had received, was able to move back a few feet, leaving me entangled with what I considered to be a barely human enemy. Hoping to score a hit on him or at least drive him back, I threw punch after punch, but it didn't take long for me to figure out that I was outclassed. He took a small step back, just to be out of my reach, and then landed a hit on my left arm, rupturing the wound packet.
The pain and smell coating my arm, I leapt back, hoping he would let up his assault. But as I moved, so did he, and his dagger kept flashing out at me. Purely on the defensive, I moved back, trying to block his hits with my right bracer. As I bumped into the bookcase behind me, I knew I was out of both space and luck.
As he aimed for my heart, I did something that I knew I was going to regret but I knew I'd regret more if I didn't. As he thrust the dagger forward, I deflected the blade downward, driving it straight into my stomach.
He had put all his weight into the stab, and as pain threatened to knock me unconscious, I only hoped that I wouldn't have to visit the hospital. Thankfully, my abs had deflected some of the force and the sword to my right side. Ignoring my pain, he moved to pull his sword back, but I pinned it against my side with my right arm. Not at all worried, he punched with his left hand, aiming for my heart.
Dindrane, rather than striking him in the back or his arm, moved in towards our side and slammed her sword down on his hands. While I would have thanked her for saving my life, his punch continued, striking me just below my heart. He leapt back as I dropped to my knees, the last three blows being almost too much for me to take.