Aaron had never felt more alive. Watching his shadowy adversaries stalk him, knowing it could all be over in a second, made him think. He wanted to fight, he wanted to live. A switch had been flipped in his mind. His anger at the world formed a nebulous core from which energy flowed forth. He was in a trance, and the amount of energy flowing through him was increasing by the second. He wasn't a helpless spatial refugee anymore; he was a cornered animal, one with fangs.

The one on the left leapt forward, almost faster than he could react. Flow-state Aaron was now moving completely on instinct. Massively underestimating his now-augmented strength, he jumped backwards, and dirt exploded in clumps around him as he was propelled a good 20 feet back. Landing unsteadily on his feet, he took advantage of the robed figure's moment of surprise at Aaron's speed by Leroy Jenkins-ing himself straight back at the attacker with all the speed he could muster. Dagger outstretched, Aaron collided with the shadowy form with the force of a small hatchback. Aaron felt a searing pain in his thigh and, to his horror, found the short sword sticking out of his thigh. Blood started to ooze out. "Fuck," he screamed in anger as he hooked one of his arms around the arm of his opponent and started stabbing like a madman. A good five stabs later, Aaron hobbled back, a wild slash aimed at his head barely missing. The first robed figure collapsed with a wet thunk, as the other eyed him warily with glowing red slits.

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Not putting weight on his injured leg, Aaron hobbled around to not give his back to the shady fuck. "Come on, bitch," he muttered. "Make your move."

Without warning, the hooded figure number two thrust forward, his sword now an eerie black. Aaron barely managed to dodge, slipping sideways in the most clumsy way possible. The wellspring of energy he found at the start of the fight started to dry up. Pain and exhaustion dulled his movements. Gritting his teeth, he lifted his leaden arms, bloodied dagger pointing towards his still adversary. On cue, it started walking towards him with grim certainty. Aaron stood his ground, closing the distance with a short run. It slashed at him, and Aaron moved to block with the dagger, which turned out to be a big mistake. The dagger spun out of his arms and into the distance, and he looked on in horror as the figure wound up for a slash that would kill him. Everything moved in slow motion. The robed figure reached the apex of its swing, and as it sought to bring down its sword on Aaron, a glowing crescent of bluish energy hit its arm, lopping it off at the wrist. Greyish blood now spurted everywhere. Aaron grinned like a madman as he stepped in and jabbed, its head snapping back very satisfactorily. He followed with a body shot and left hook to the face. Aaron could feel something give within the hood as it wobbled unsteadily. Tripping it onto the dirt, he slipped onto his back and locked in the tightest rear-naked choke of his life. Aaron SQUEEZED and SQUEEZED until he felt the life give out in his arms. A warm glow entered his body as he lay panting on the ground. HE.WAS.ALIVE.