Time to choose.
Wait a little bit more
Jumping over him would be too risky. Yeah, totally, you have to wait a little bit more.
Just a little. Not yet. Not yet either.
Okay, now, ju-
A glass bottle crashes against your skull with a loud bang.
The blow is so powerful it knocks you off your feet.
The last thing you remember is the sight of your attacker's shoes, stained with mud.
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