Forest Dweller

You grab it in midair and twist it, succeeding to your amazement. He laughs, waits until your grip is at its strongest and then twists it back. It cuts your fingers off instantly and as they fall to the ground, you realize you should have paid more attention in the swords classes the elves taught. It is too late, now, and you realize that as his blade hits your neck- your last sight before eternal sleep takes you.