Miguels eyes were closely shutting down, then it happened; a little girl had come to talk to him. He could barely understand what she was saying, but he could hear her voice.. it seemed almost as pure as a small child, so innocent. He could barely see anything, as things were starting to get blurry in his eyes, but he could still feel many things, among them is his body being dragged across the tar island.
He could feel the island moving furiously, the creator of the island was obviously angry.. but what was going to happen? Miguel switched his mind to the voice of the little girl again, apparently the thing keeping him conscious. His eyes kept closing and were getting harder to open each time, it was like his body was fighting Miguel himself to go to bed, forever. Every blink coming from his eyes was harder to open, and the fight for survival was limiting itself to Miguel. Finally Miguels worst fear happened, a Pink shadow had appeared beside him and the voice helping him and with worse news it came with a weapon as Miguel had heard it, once it unsheathed the sword the voice sounded hostile, it was probably going to Kill the voice that helped him, and that could not be allowed.
Miguel heard the sword attempt to try and Kill the voice that helped him, the least he could do was try and save her.. with everything he had left. Miguel could feel his body trying to resist what the mind was thinking, but Miguel fought it with all his might and finally got on his feet the second it counted. His position was like a zombie with both arms broken, he could not let the life in front of him die, so the other person had to be defeated. Taking his leg in that second Miguel turned around while while spinning to add some boost to the kick that was about to come, His leg increased in speed and blocked the sword sent towards the girl. His leg was as hard as steel so the effect of having his skin penetrated was a lot harder to do, finally after blocking the technique of the opponent Miguel continued pushing his kick even further, the last thing he wanted to happen in this island was to lose someone that tried to help him.. Miguel was too pure to let a life Die like that. If this kick had landed odds were it would knock the person unconscious if it connected to the face, which is Miguels target.
"AAghh.. Don't underestimate me.. just cause my body is against me.." Miguels muscles were in extreme pain by this point, and in serious danger of dying. If kept awake though long enough he would be safe to sleep.. but by this point that could be days, how was the crew planning to help with that? Miguel would wonder, they might give him varieties of Foods to help with his stomach problems, or just keep him company.. WHILE BEING ALLOWED TO WEAR CLOTHES ON HIS BODY!! By this point Miguel had exhaustion around his body, even if his kick connected the pure speed from his kick would probably send Miguel crashing right back down to the ground, with his eyes looking up at the sky blankly.