Hands shaking. Ellis's hands were shaking. A primal force within him held his blade towards the ground, begging him to run for his life. Beads of sweat coalesced onto his forehead, staying firmly in place like he was.
Y's blade had caught his shirt, tearing a gash right across the middle. He'd felt it scrape against the fabric and tear it apart. At that moment, phantom pains from his bullet wound shot across his entire body, and the most raw, untamed terror he'd ever felt had locked him in place.
Ness had saved his life. That much was clear. There had been an opening there, but...
What in the world made me think I was up to this? Ellis wondered somewhere in his subconscious; behind the terror that still lingered in his shaking hands.