The action scene involves a stong man, three weak men, and a dagger. The strong man wins.
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After a while more of being carried by the strange men, I felt myself falling and landing on a soft ground of sand. “We better get going,” one of my kidnappers proclaimed. While they were carrying me, I had been trying to pry a dagger of the back pocket of my trousers (I fell asleep in my clothes). Right when the men were about to run away, I pulled the dagger out of my pocket and cut the rope that bound my hands together. I sprang up and charged at one of the men. The dagger went straight into the first man's heart. I saw another man out of the corner of my eye and kicked him right in the stomach.
After a slice to his head, I was finished with that man and I moved on to the third and final man. At first site of the gruesome rage displayed on my face, he began running in the direction of the village. I sprinted after him and tackled the man to soft sandy ground. With my rough hands clasped on to his throat, I looked in to his eyes and asked him, “who sent you to kidnap me?”