Nick lost all hope to win the fight when he caught a glimpse of the creature clawing it's way up from the crevice. "Why did I think I could fight a witch?" Nick thought, cursing himself for his stupidity. "Meisters and weapons die fighting witches, why did I think I could fight one and survive? Now, my only options are to die fighting this thing or join his organization." Nick thought, deciding that surviving would be a better option. This beast would kill him very easily, so he only had one chance to survive. He hated this witch, but now he had to beg him. "Please, witch, call it off! I give up, I'll join you, I'll do whatever, I just don't want to die!" He said in a desperate voice as he sank down onto his knees. His instincts told him to run, but in this hellish landscape, where would he hide?