There is no way that your letting this damn thing fuck you if there is a chance other wise. The angles good you can whip it around into its neck as it lifts you and hopefully it will be distracted geting the spear tip out and will avoide useing it's last moments to squese you to ****.
At the last second before the spear is pulled out of the robes you act, you twist hard and you hit the mark pushing with both hands it breaks the skin and the things blood pours out, you have enough **** that it even starts to pass through.
You gasp in pain it's not letting go it squeasing you think it's going to crush your ribs, blackness is creeping into the edges of your vision as the air is **** out and kept out.
You find the power to pull the weapon out and hit again maybe if you hit somthing again it will lose control of its hand or at least die faster. You stab again and again it's vital fluids fly every where. Your face and body stained with red. You need to stop it. You can't let it win, rage overtakes you if you had air left in you you would be roaring.
At last it grip weakens and you can see its eyes start to fluter closed fighting passing out for the last time. You gasp for air as it lets go an you fall to the ground hand with an iron grip on the end of the spear.
It's a dramatic sight, your painted red with the towering monster more then twice your size at the end of this thin weapon bent overuse arms and legs going limp. You've almost gained you composure when the wooden shaft snaps at the centre. You balence is relying on leaning into the thing so much that you stumble and land on your ass the dead 12 food tall things body covers a lot of space and the impact of it hitting you puts you out.
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