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He felt his body growing colder, and colder. This is where he would die wasn't it. The spirit hung in the air infront of him, taunting him. He tried to take another swing at it but his attempt was far too weak as his bat fell to the ground with a clatter.
It didn't take long for him to follow suit.
His body hit the dirt as the wind was forced out of him. Every little cut, or bruise stung with pain increased by a million. Then it slowly began to fade away. The pain was leaving his body as everything went cold. He.. he was dying.. there wasn't anything that could doubt that.
He forced his body to roll over slightly so he could clutch onto himself as he tried to hold onto what little life he still had in his frail form, until it all drained away.
Dripping like water from a faucet that was stopped, until everything was black. He stayed there for a while. Then, he felt alive again, with the dirt pressed against the side of his face, his body felt freezing. It felt like he had blinked, though at the same time it felt as though he waited an eternity, before he woke up infront of a small box, with a familiar man in a mask standing behind it.
"Ah! Hola mi amigo, ¿como estas?" (Spanish, Hello my friend, how are you?)
He stared at the man behind the box, his body felt warm again, be felt his heart racing as he started shaking. Normally he wasn't an emotional person, getting his job done without much issue, though now after just experiencing death it was a different tale. The masked man seemed to take notice of this and continued talking quickly before he could break down. "You do not look so well, I'm sure I have a tea I can prepare for you, free of charge. Come, sit, all you need to do is tell me what is troubling you ami" (French, friend)