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 on his mind. His anger at the world formed a nebulous core from which energy flowed forth. He was in a trance, the amount of energy flowing through him 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, dirt exploded in clumps around him as he was propelled a good twenty 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 starting to ooze out. " Fuck" he screamed in anger as he hooked one of his arms around the arm of his opponent and start 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.

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

Without warning the hooded figure number 2 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 standing his ground. Closing the distance with a short run it slashed at him. Aaron moved to block with the dagger which turned out to be a big mistake. Dagger spinning out of his arms and into the distance, he looked on in horror at it winding 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 spurting 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 choked 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.