Out of time and out of keys

You find yourself surrounded by a half dozen figures. While this is never a particularly good situation to be in, it isn't helped any by the arm you broke when you smashed through the doors. You've been nursing it as you've made your way from room to room, trying to find the way down to the cellars and the holding cells, but from the way it's been sending lightning bolts of pain up through your shoulder you can tell it's not going to feel any better this month.

You manage to take down the first couple of attackers with kicks, one to the sternum, one to the throat, but it still hurts. It's not easy keeping your balance and your defenses up while holding your arm still, so when the pain rips its way out of your throat, you do your best to disguise it as a battle-cry. You don't know if the remaining attackers believe it, but since you've just kicked someone in the groin so hard that there was an audible crack.

You think you're going to actually make it through with nothing worse than the overpowering need to vomit from the pain when the last guy manages to break a knife out of a display case.

"... well, shit."