Without much thought I dove to the side screaming and hoping that I wasn’t about to die. I heard a jarring whump as the projectile smashed into the walls behind me, not unlike the whump of me painfully hitting the ground. I instinctively glanced behind me to see a melon-sized dent in the iron walls right behind where I had been standing.

It took a few panicked seconds for me, still screaming, to fumble around my belt for the dagger. My hand found the hilt and I looked up just in time to scramble away from a second air bullet.

Though I took out the blade it was more for me to not feel so helpless than to actually do anything with it. I wholeheartedly planned on running away from this air spitting pig monster before it killed me.

And run I did, throwing my head behind me every second to make sure I wasn’t still being attacked. I sprinted the distance that I had initially dove from the door before slamming myself into a hard surface for the second time today. There was a shimmering red outline the shape of my body floating in the air in front of the door that dissipated almost as soon as I saw it.

I’m not allowed to escape?! That invisible wall wasn't there earlier!

Well, my mind is pretty much in full panic mode, I feel completely lost, and there is a pig monster trying to kill me without any real reason. On the bright side, the impact knocked the air out of me so I had stopped screaming.

The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

That probably sounds like sarcasm, but there was actual reason to be thankful I'd found. I spun around, while gripping my dagger as tightly as I could to see the evil pig panting and staring at the ground.

Two shots must have been a bit overboard for it.

Realizing that this was my chance to stop it, I ran as fast as my shaking legs would take me. I had an elaborate plan to ram my weapon right into its bulging neck. Unluckily as I approached it seemed to have more or less regained its composure.

It’s too late you fat fuck! Die!

I stabbed straight forward expecting fully to make contact, but a sudden gust of wind blew my thrust off course. I had just barely managed to nick it instead of incapacitating it. So many things have happened in the past 10 minutes that I wasn’t even surprised at the fact that the air quite literally moved on its own. With only a moment of hesitation I swiped my arm towards its head, inflicting a much deeper gash right at eye level. The pig stumbled back, blinded by the blood filling its eye sockets before writhing itself on the ground.

I hadn’t followed up on first successful attack because I was almost expecting not to have hit it. I was lucky that I hadn’t the nerve to immediately try to finish it off because the pig windmilled its stubby round legs on the ground as the air cut around it. Yes, cut the air. It looked like an invisible sword was wreaking havoc and it frightened me to think what one of those slashes could have done to me.

I dashed backwards as quickly as I could, watching it attack indiscriminately and with way more force than before. I watched with my mouth gaping for who knows how long. Eventually the pig’s erratic movements slowed and it stopped altogether, opting instead to whimper in a pile of its own sweat.

I waited for a few minutes after it quit moving and then walked as slowly and quietly to it as I could. I held the point of my gifted dagger above its throat and closed my eyes before ramming it down with a disgusting squelch.