It was getting down to the wire; Triellyn could feel it. He felt his body growing weaker and more tired, and he had to fight to stay focused. The stab in the back seemed to tap right into his life source, and he felt his grip weakening on the other's hair. Desperately he tried to aim a flurry of wild punches at the other's torso, determined to go down fighting as hard as he could muster.
HP: 3