The goldfish opened his mouth, millions of sharp white teeth row after row. Its eyes bloodshot and lips full of blood. I shot the gun at it but it just bounced of his impenetrable armour of gold, two men held it with chains of obsidian. A sword appeared next to me ,fight” with valour” someone whispered. I ran towards the goldfish, dodging his angry snapping mouth. I jumped onto the goldfishes back, agitated it swung side to side trying to throw me of. I flew to the side of the room and felt teeth chomping me to pieces. Is this what death feels like?