I wanted to bite his arm clean off, but that kind of thing only happened in one's imagination. I was utterly exhausted, and of course, I couldn’t put any strength into my jaw. I wasn’t even drawing blood. It wasn't exactly a relief, but I could still make this bastard feel hurt. I clamped both arms around one of his and bit down, putting what little strength I had left into it. I was determined not to let go.0

He wasn’t in any better shape. He kept yanking my hair, and my head tried to snap back, but I knew better than anyone that if I were to give in, it would be over. At the very least, I couldn’t let go of this arm.0

“You crazy bastard! Let go!”0

“You let go first, you idiot!”0

I’d thought throwing the dagger would pay off, and it had, but now that we were tangled up like this, I was starting to regret it. The longsword and axe we had dropped were out of reach. We were entangled and unable to move. We were just burning through what little stamina we had left. I couldn’t even change positions.0

‘Damn it… damn it…’0

I told myself to hold on just a little longer, but my legs were starting to give out. Of course, his legs were giving out, too. The fact that I could even think something as pointless as how tomorrow would be pure muscle pain said everything. 0

We kept straining against each...0