He was feeling better ... It was a long time since he feel down ... He could still see his sword ... It seemed that THE UNKNOW wanted to kill him slowly ... Wanted him to feel his death ... He moved a little ... Now he could touch his sword ... It was cold ... He didn't know what he was fighting with ... There must be a way to beat this thing he thought ... But he needed more information ... With his sword in his hand he had hope ... It was time to finish this ... He had nothing else to loose ... He stood up looking around ... The room was still dark and full of junk ... He noticed the small window in the ceilling ... It was the only window in the room and a weak light was coming through ... He listened ... It was quiet ... All he heard was his own breathing ... He wasn't breathing fast ... He was not scared any more ... All he wanted was to finish this mess ... Either die or kill THE UNKNOWN ... He listened and looked more carefully ... He knew that THE UNKNOWN was watching every little thing he did ... Suddenly these was a low sound ... Sound like something moving ... Moving fast ... He had to be fast too ... He docked fast ... Something passed ... Something black ... He wasn't fast enough in moving his sword ... It was quiet again ... He knew that THE UNKNOWN was using the darkness of the room to hide ... What he knew was not enough for beating THE UNKNOWN ... It wasn't even enough for keeping him alive ... He had to look for a better trick for the next time THE UNKNOWN attacks ... Sure THE UNKNOWS knows that he might dock ... But he still had a little change to beat him ...