... They do not die quickly, wounded as they are, a fight ensues.

Strike after strike after hit. Metal against metal. Angel against devil.

Something within you awakens.

Your muscles burn, your breath turning into pins in your lungs, but you do not give in no matter the pain. It would all mean nothing if you did. All that suffering, that grinding, that wallowing. No. You can't accept it.

It is your life or theirs.