I drop the bow. I hear Gimli yelling but I can't hear what he's saying. I even vaguely here Aragorn.  I take out my sword. I charge. The Witch King charges. I swing down and I dodge his bulge. He slams it into the ground. I slash his cloak. Only a thread of it. He's surprisingly fast. I'm not sure how I can kill this thing. No living man can kill him. But... we'll see. 

I charge. I jump up but his bulge hists my sword. He dodges the attack. I'm not as good with a sword as I am with a bow. But a bow in this situation would be useless. He swings his bulge. I duck. I slam my sword into his armor glove.

"You're not going to win this fight." He says.

"We shall see." I push him.

He grabs my sword. His grip is a lot stronger than I thought. I kick him, but that doesn't exactly help. He slams his fist into my chest. Something red escapes my mouth. He throws me aside. I've never fought such a great opponent. I'm up against someone more powerful than maybe even Gandalf.  Something trickles from my nose. I feel it. It's thick. Blood. I look at it shocked. I'm... bleeding. I've never bled before. Gimli would make fun of me for weeks.

My breath is... fast. My hands start shaking. My nose drips blood. I look up at the Witch King. My vison... it's fading. His figure is fading. I shakily stand up. I grip my sword. I can't hear or see straight. My legs were shaking. What is this dark magic affecting me? I grip my head.

"Do you feel your own death creeping up behind you?" He asks.

"Shut up." I charge again. 

He grabs me by the neck. He lifts me up. I can feel the air in my lungs getting squeezed out. I grab his hand but for some reason the metal burns. I struggle in his grasp. I can feel everything turning black. I hear Aragorn yell something. He drops me. I could barely get up. The winged beast wraps his claws around me. I feel us shooting into the sky.