I was willing to die trying to kill him.

I could not get away from him because he was between me and the door, but now suddenly I did not want to get away.

I wanted to get at him.

I threw the apple down.
"Pick that apple up and eat it," he said in a low tone, looking me straight in the eye, "or I'll pound you till you can't walk." "I won't," said I.
Ace rushed at me, and as he rushed, he struck me in the face.

I went down, and he piled on me, hitting me as he could.