WIP: Knight takes Rook (Patreon)

He sees it a second before the hit knocks the breathe from his lungs. The world tilts and spins, sword slipping through numbs fingers as he feels a long wet, swipe across his neck.

Its grip tightens mercilessly.

“YOU” he hears as his vision goes white then fades to pitch black.

If uh… any writers wanna… play? PLEASE DO!