I barely had a moment to curse before I was swarmed by them.
The first spear pierced my side, the force of it sending me stumbling backward.
I tried to push myself up, but another spear struck my leg.
Then one of them caught my shoulder, and the pain was so intense I almost blacked out.
I couldn't move fast enough.
The spears were everywhere.
I knew, deep down, that I couldn't dodge them all.
With a gasp, I reached for Doom one last time, but it was too late.
I had no choice but to brace for impact.
The sound of the spears slicing through the air was deafening.
Each one carried with it a promise of death, and they were closing in faster than I could comprehend.
I staggered, barely able to stay upright.
My body screamed in agony, each wound pulling me closer to collapse.
Blood seeped from my injuries, staining the ground beneath me, and the world around me seemed to spin.