The day passed, and the desert turned dark once again.
Rudy side-stepped the incoming stinger of the noon scorpion and swung his sword at it.
However, the continuous battles had chipped down his already broken sword, and just as it touched the stinger, the whole blade fell apart like glass.
Rudy's eyes widened, and his face turned grave as the scorpion turned and slammed its stinger into his side.
Rudy rolled backwards from the impact, and blood slid down his lips.
He clawed at the ground and gripped the grass as he lifted his head and stared at the scorpion with gritted teeth.
More blood dripped down his face as he forced himself to stand and mumbled while holding his right side, "What would I do now?"
The scorpion had already forgotten him and was crawling towards the spring at the center.
Rudy did have a way to continue his fight; however, for some reason, whenever he thought about using it, something deep within him told him not to.
