Shut up. I don't need any goddam shield.
Hellbent dodged before he fired, a grimace spreading across his face. The man brought out a sword. Perfect. He grabbed his own, a gutteral howl emerging from his throat. As he swung, the world seemed to slow down.
The blade arced towards the man's leg, going at speeds almost impossible to dodge. At the same time, his left leg came up at his groin, and his right arm, with the knife, went for his face.