He quickly spun onto the ground, trying to roll away from his attacker, but the kick to his knee had crippled him in a way that made it impossible to get away. lying on the ground, he again blindly swung his blade upwards, trying to connect with some kind of surface. he stopped mid swing. [i]why am I fighting without a purpose[/i] His arm slumped down, and he tried to think of a reason.