But I couldn’t wallow in despair. There was still a chance to make it out alive; my sword was still in my hands and I still had my magic. During my introspection the Nundu had stopped about five meters in front of me. Close enough to jump at me. Close enough to swing its barbed tail in an arc as quick as lightning. Close enough for its deadly breath to kill me. All these thoughts were swirling in my head, but I tried to keep a level mind. 