The Fire

You hurriedly pull everything out of your pockets. Your money and keys fall onto the ground. You blurt, "Take everything. You can have all of my money. Take my keys and everything in my house. I'll even give you the clothes on my back if you'll just please-"

Your offer is cut short by a slash at your neck that barely misses as you lean away. Your quick reflexes saved you from an opened throat by mere milliseconds.

He looks at you indifferently. His eyes are icy. You get the feeling that your entreaty did not move him one bit.

He lunges and slashes at you with his steel blade again. You jump out of the way just in time. Your time is running out.