7

I wasn't going to let this thing win. It may be learning at a frightening rate, but that didn't mean I was going to lose. The stare off was weighing heavily on my exhausted mind. Combine that with the fact that the little lights on the wall were barely enough to light where I was standing. Forcing me to strain my eyes to see. 

My head hurt, and I wanted to collapse, but if I did that then I was going to die. Just because I didn't have balls like a man didn't mean I couldn't act like it. Stop thinking in circles. Let that feeling I had earlier take control. That bloodlust. 

It was highly affective in helping me find weak points, and seemed to boost my stats as well as mana regeneration. The hair on the back of my neck slowly stood on end. My vision started tinting red on the edges, and in the brief moment while my mind was completely clear as the blood lust was taking over I realized I could literally see the monsters weak points. This was going to be my last stand. My vision turned completely red as I launched myself forward. 

All thoughts of joy or holding back so my body could recover were completely forgotten. The pain from my injuries became an afterthought. I launched myself forward. Bounding off thing air using my high jump skill. The skill was an odd one, but I was glad I had it. 

It allowed me to fly to a certain degree as long as I had enough mana. I bounced around faster then my own eyes could track. Reacting on instinct to avoid slamming into a wall or one of the monsters limbs. Dodge. Dodge. 

Dodge. Strike. Not hard enough. The leg didn't come off. Dodge again without bothering to see how the enemy responded. 

Dodge. Dodge. Dodge. Strike again somewhere else. Beast screams as it's eye is gauged out. 

Dodge. Dodge. Dodge. Parry. Pain vibrates down my arms as I'm thrown away from my prey. 

Dodge. Strike. My pattern changed suddenly because the monster was starting to predict me. It wasn't a thought. It was an unconscious change. 

Instinct mingling with the small part of my mind that was still aware of what was going on. I was burning through mana faster then it could regenerate, and my bloodlust was beginning to fade. One more strike. One of the smaller claws snapped off. My bloodlust returned with a vengeance now that I was actually seeing blood. 

I bounced off of thin air, and walls alike. Barely producing enough mana to sustain the flames I was using to do damage. My mana core was nearly empty, and my body was in agony, but I was having way too much fun. I couldn't stop now. I was careening completely out of control.

Dancing in, and out of the beasts reach. Over, and over again with more precision then I could normally manage. This ability allowed me to use my abilities to their absolute peak. My core was now far past empty. It groaned, and creaked angrily as it tried to pry mana out of the air around me. 

Pulling it in the best it could while under such extreme strain. The warnings that were flashing in my eyes largely went unnoticed. I was having way too much fun to let physical pain, and damage stop me. I slammed into the beast multiple times in rapid succession. Forcing flames through each of it's joints with each strike one by one. 

Gauging another eye out as well as snapping off another two legs. Now the monster was having trouble moving around. My chances were going up by the minute. Yet I didn't care. I was so focused on killing this thing that I hardly noticed my health dropping. 

I was doing almost as much damage to myself as I was the monster in front of me. I pushed myself to a speed I couldn't possibly control. Bouncing off of thin air using my high jump skill. It was probably going to level up at some point. Maybe it already had.

I skidded to a stop as my body seized up. My knees slammed into something solid as the earth rushed up at my face. My bloodlust faded at a rapid pace. Leaving behind a feeling of nausea, and pain as I dry heaved. My guts revolted against me, and my body refused to move. 

Then the panic set in as a claw wrapped around my mid section. All the blood I'd apparently been swallowing came out in one fluid stream. I felt my swollen, and burning tongue next. My whole body was wracked with agony. Why such a specific small wound such as a bitten tongue would stand out so much irked me. 

I had to squeeze out a bit more mana. If I didn't then I was going to die soon. I was kind of surprised this thing hadn't just snapped me in half when it grabbed me. My flames burst forward as I forced more mana out of my damaged body. Luckily for me the joint that kept the claws together was inside of the claws. 

The claw was broken loose, and I found myself falling. I glanced down, and found myself falling into the maw of the monster. I didn't have the strength to stop myself from falling in. I stopped myself before I could go down the throat. I didn't know where I was drawing my strength from. 

My fingers dug into the flesh of it's throat as the teeth that lined it's throat closed in around me. Cutting into my hands. Fuck no! I screamed mentally. The teeth dug in even deeper. 

Rending the flesh from the palms of my hands. I wanted to scream, kick, and bite. I just didn't have the strength. I was going to die here, and there was nothing I could do about it. Fuck no!