Kisel lied on the ground as he thought about his place.
'Am I dead?'
'Or am I just in hell?'
He tried to move himself but a cracking sound in his arm immediately stopped him from doing so. Trying the same thing with the other hand, he felt the same sensation reverberating.
'Nope, hands broken.'
So he thought of using his legs but another distinguished cracking sound appeared.
'Well… that does not sound good.'
Finally, with both hands and legs broken, Kisel had nothing else to do but give a big sigh.
"Haah!"
"Crack!"
"Fuck me!" Kisel screamed in pain as even the slightest movement in his chest pained him greatly.
'Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with that guy? Throwing me out like nothing… and how the hell did he catch my knife and when?'
Kisel's thought process came to an end, as he heard the sound of heavy leather boots crushing the grass and knew his death was close. He sighed again but it only got him another round of pain.
