Lee tried to get the knife away from the growling, gapped toothed barbarian, but the raider's weight advantage was too much. Slowly, the barbarian turned the angle of the knife towards Lee again. Lee fought with all his strength, but it wasn't enough. The blade, now pointing down towards Lee's chest started to descend. Lee's hand still held onto the hilt of the knife, but it was at an impossible angle to do anything but break Lee's wrist, if he didn't let go. But to let go meant that the raider would have an easy time plunging the knife into Lee's chest. The blade was 4 inches from Lee's chest. Lee could feel the bones in his wrist starting to give. Lee knew that he only had a minute before the blade was in his chest. Lee tried to kick the man in the groin, but the raider had been in too many fights to let that happen. The blade was now 3 inches from Lee's chest.
Lee tried to roll the raider off, but the raider was firmly in place and not moving. Lee tried bucking, twisting and heaving himself up by his hips. But nothing made the man move, or end his growing smile. The blade was now 2 inches from Lee's chest. Lee tried one last time to change the direction of the blade, but only managed to point it further to the right so that it now wouldn't hit his heart. But a damaged lung could be just as deadly. The raider began to salivate at the thought of what was about to happen. The blade was now 1 inch from Lee's chest.
'Not like this', Lee thought to himself.