It felt like I just kicked a brick wall, what kind of skull is that? The more I try to move my right foot, the more it hurts, and tears practically well up in my eyes. I want to cry, I really want to cry, but I can't exactly say the enemy cares much about my situation.
It spots my weakness in a single glance, and this time, instead of going for my throat, it attacks my right leg, which I'm desperately trying to drag alongside my left. I bring a fist crashing down onto its head, wiping out almost half its health, but it doesn't stop. It refuses to let go of its bite until its teeth grind right against my bone. Flinging its body around with the help of its hind legs to tear the wound even wider, it simultaneously tries to rip through my crimson-dyed clothes with its front paws.
