Dustin stepped back as the skeleton looking male stepped closer. Making a face. "You aren't one to talk." he said in a nervous voice. Guy wasn't. He looked out of a horror film. Inside Dustin was afraid. He flew backwards as he was kicked in the gut. Groaning and stood up. Coughing in pain at the flurry of punches, hits and kicks that hit him. Ending up against a wall. Crying out in pain with each hit. He hadn't tried to kill their stupid leader. He took the black blade and raised it up. Stabbing the guy who was attacking him Mike Meyers style. He kept a tight grip on the dagger. Crying out in pain as he suffered the attacks. His body bruising and he almost coughed up blood. He tried to escape the blows but they came too quickly for a mere human to escape. He managed to stab the dagger in deep repeatedly to the guys shoulder who was punching him. Totally mike meyers style before his arm fell to his side. He was crying the pain was so bad. He was not a fighter. He ended up sinking to the ground. Holding the dagger securely while he cried out with each blow. When would it stop? He had a lot of bruises forming. His body ached all over. He hurt quite seriously.