Gorosk found himself, rather unexpectedly, clinging to consciousness and bloodied on the floor.  He scarcely noticed the smattering of long dead bodies reduced to piles of molted fur and jagged bone though he was now right among them.  Soon the pain would hit him but for the moment he was still in shock from the grievous wounds he had been dealt by a simple but large and angry rat.  He was, in a very short period of time, coming to terms with the idea that his life might actually very well end here beneath the soil surrounded by this filth.

He shut his eyes for a instant to try to draw his strength, and in that instant he was in the monastery once more.  Holding a horse stance, carrying the Penance Stone up and down the steps for some minor sin, sparring until he could not stand, but now all of it was for naught.  There would be no grand journey or purpose.  Just a few more bites and a few months of decomposition and he would be one with the dirt beneath him.

He would go out fighting if he must go out.  Gorosk staggered a half step toward the large rat and swung down at once more, trying to get his form in right.  If this were to be his last punch let it be a proper one.


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