Monster's Curse

He sighed and started walking down towards the door. The stress of the artifact in his chest must be throwing him off, and hopefully behind this door he would find some sort of respite. His hand touched the doorknob.

Clank.

Tame turned around on the dime, but it was too late. The black clad figure was already stepping forward, its left arm pulled back, the same arm holding the sword. He tried desperately to try moving, and for a moment, he did. He leaped to the side, far from where he had been.

The blade followed though. The whole suit creaked as the statue’s body turned and kept the sword point straight on him. He had only just hit the ground when the thing’s sword plunged into his eye.