My vision was tunneling.
Not in the dramatic, "oh I'm still fighting but it's getting dark" kind of way.
No.
This was the ugly version.
The kind where your arms start feeling heavy for no reason, your grip loosens even when you're trying to hold on, and your brain, very helpfully, starts going quiet like it's clocking out early.
My sword slipped.
Just a little.
Enough.
I hit the blood again. Weak. Slower.
Nothing.
Of course nothing.
"...seriously?" I tried to laugh but it came out broken, thin, like my voice forgot how to exist properly. "This is how I go? Not even a boss. Not even something cool. I get… bubble-wrapped to death?"
My chest burned.
No.
Burning was too clean of a word.
It felt like something inside me was folding in on itself, squeezing, demanding air that wasn't there.
I tried to inhale again.
Nothing.
Panic hit late.
Which was stupid.
Because I should've panicked earlier.
I should've...
My thoughts stuttered.
Slowed.
Everything felt… far.
