Lloyd: Ancient Prison, Round 03

So weak. Can't think straight. Images full of wrath flooding my mind draining me of my strength.

Lloyd looks up and can barely makeout the image of the Sinspawn leering once again over him. He shakes his head trying to clear the visions off but to no avail. He's barely able to raise his sword to ward the creature off. He vaguely sees the silvery missle fly past him.

The half-elf warrior instead raises his shield and put his full weight behind it and shoves hard as he feels the weight of the Sinspawn over him.

I can't keep up like this.