An iron wall was coming toward me. One that should be used to protect, but was now a weapon used for murder. But it lacked the speed and flexibility of something designed for killing. So I exploited that weak point and ducked under and dashed beneath his legs.
A screeching sound scratched my ears, as the shield made contact with the wall. My feet pushed forward, burning from constantly moving in all sorts of ways they were designed to be able to do. Of course, the worst of the worst was my spine, but that was already clear, it was practically broken at this point, I could hardly move my waist anymore, each time I felt like I was being impaled by a bunch of needless.
I gazed up, in front of me. Victory. I smiled as the shine reflecting from the clear metal of a sword hit my eyes. A weapon was exactly what I needed at the moment, as I was fighting barehanded.