Fight or Flight

He could hear his own breath. His heart was pumping fiercely. His adrenaline was at its peak. It was an irony. He felt very much alive when he was face to face with the end of his life. His heart was circulating blood at its peak in front of the death.

He clenched his fists. The end was getting close. Thousands of goblin fighters before him.

It’s now or never, he thought.

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This post was published as response to Daily Prompt challenge. Today’s theme was Fight or Flight

Author: aryadn

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