A spear had been thrust inside my chest just under the collarbone, and the impact was like a sledgehammer being blown against my ribs.
The pain was so strong that it felt like a fire going through my body, and at the same time, it took my breath away, making me stagger to the rear. As the spear kept hitting my flesh, scraping at the bone, and my blood spraying, I tried to breathe in air.
"DEXTER—!!!"
Ravina's scream was rough, near to desperation, and a sound that could break a stone very easily. I could feel her getting nearer, her breathing heavy, and already her arms outstretched as if she could grasp me before I dropped.
The raider gave a snigger, a deep, sarcastic sound. "You'd better be off in your little hut, boy!"
I cast my eyes downwards.
The spear had come through my chest, the wood stained with my blood, and the point gleaming as it had gone through muscle and vein.
Someone!
Just before anyone else, Ravina was with me.
