The warrior they call Dylan was knocked out. He had gotten careless, and one of the "demons" as the others called them, had gotten him in the back of the head.
I was fighting "demons" off left and right. They seemed to be an endless foe. I threw my tomahawk at one with a long sword of what looked to be made of a human femur, and it stuck right in his face. He kept coming at me, so I pulled my knife and began to do battle with this creature. I gave him glancing blows to slow him down, as he was twice my size. He fell to one knee, and I ran behind him, and bore my knife deep into it's skull.
I was fighting "demons" off left and right. They seemed to be an endless foe. I threw my tomahawk at one with a long sword of what looked to be made of a human femur, and it stuck right in his face. He kept coming at me, so I pulled my knife and began to do battle with this creature. I gave him glancing blows to slow him down, as he was twice my size. He fell to one knee, and I ran behind him, and bore my knife deep into it's skull.