Was this how I die? Was this bloodthirsty creature going to take my life by the blade?

No, absolutely not! I was raised better than do simply give up my life that easily, especially when I still have so much to live for, and I have so much I have always dreamt of doing before I die.

The creature stood tall above me, raising its blade that looks like it could be older than me, and its jaw seemed to be hanging from rotten flesh, a raspy roar arose from its throat.
It swung its blade towards me, but I was lucky enough to use my staff to block the attack, just a split second before it could colide with my head, and end my life just like that.

The staff was thick enough that it didn't break from impact, but it was sure enough to leave some damage, and splinters flying.

I lied on my back, which added pressure onto my wounded back, and the creature hitting my staff with such a force only made matters worse; for something that is just wilting away, and looks like it could crumble at any minute, it was strong, much stronger than it looks, and i was terrified for my life.

Its glowing orange eyes locked onto mine, which struck fear into my imortal soul, how it looked so dead, yet so alive, and it held a look in those unreal eyes, which seemed to be filled with vengeance- but for what? I did nothing to these monsters, so it'd have no reason to target me, unless it was that determined to seek its vengeance, that it'd do anything to get just what it wants.

Could this be a draugr? I've heard these beasts were once people like me, but refused to let their souls go after they've died until they've reached their goal, and there's no way im going to let my life end in the hands of a vengeful spirit, especially if it had nothing to do with me!

The draugr creatire growled, dissatisfied that it didn't get that ending blow.

Faster than the lighting bolt from tje god of thunder himself, the draugr yanked its cracked blade to pull it away from my staff, resulting in the wooden handles to slip from my sweaty, shaky palms, as it remained stuck to the blade, but it detached itself as soon as it was out of my grasp, and it flew besides the trees, far out from my grasp, giving the draugr an advantage.

It didn't acknowledge what it has just done, but I knew for for that wouldn't matter to it, and that there was nothing else on its rotting mind, except killing me.

I screeched in pain as the draugr jabbed its pointed blade on my arm, successfully giving me another wound.
I felt the warm drops of my blood caress down my arm, dripping onto the leaves.
It felt like my head was spinning, and my heart was pounding out of my chest. My body felt light, freezing cold, yet it also felt like the blazing fires of muspelheim was all around me.

I would fight back, but I was frozen with so much fear, and so much going through my head; what am I supposed to do? It has overpowered me.

The draugr was preparing itself to finish what it has started, this time, it was convinced it was.going to kill me this time, and so was in at this point. I had accepted my fate, forgetting about what my father taught me about being stubborn, fighting through obstacles for the sake of my life.

The draugr held the sword high above its head, eyeing me, who was completely vulnerable for attacks.

I tensed up my frail, shaking body, shutting my eyes as tight as I can, as I knew I wouldn't want to see the draugr as it repeats its precious attack, before I blocked it with my staff that is now out of reach.

I hear the draugrs bones rattle and creak as it had lowered the sword, swinging it towards my head, and it would only take less than a second before it was all over.

I was already bleeding out, so I may just die trying to get back home, son what was the point of trying?

Right when it was supposed to make impact, the next thing I knew it I hear the draugr was shoved.
I was so prepared for the impact of the blade, I almost thought it was the draugr cutting my head opened into two, but I felt nothing- I'm still alive...

I pop my eyes opened, and they land on that same draugr, on the ground, and for something that was incapable of displaying any expression, it looked just as surprised as I felt seeing it there on the damp leaves.

I scrambled back in terror, feeling an immense amount of relief; I had accepted my fate, but I have never felt more relieved seeing that perhaps I had more of a chance than I figured.

But my question was... What happened? Of course, something pushed the undead beast awak from me, but what- who?

I turned my head, and there I spot a tall, skinny, yet well fit man. The first thing that caught my eye about the man who saved me, was he was heavily tattooed all over his body, of all different shapes, runes, and symbols that must have some sort of meaning.

He laid eyes on me, his icey blue eyes locking onto mine. I felt a shortness of breath as his gazed not only gave me a sense of ease, but also intimidation. Who was this man? It had occurred to me that he was different from any body like me- a mortal... Not just that; he has something that no man, dead, living, mortal, or god has.

Ayye sorry for the shortish chapter lol. Its kinda bad, cause I am literally then worst at fight scenes like this, but I tried my best lol