text_original: A myr  iad sparks flashed from the point of his assailants' swords as they clashed against the edge of the hatchet ; but not a single blade touched him. And yet, exhausted by his recent battle with the wolf, he lost ground impercep  tibly, and soon found himself driven close against the door opening upon the abyss.
text_transcription: A MYRIAD SPARKS FLASHED FROM THE POINT OF HIS ASSAILANT'S SWORDS AS THEY CLASHED AGAINST THE EDGE OF THE HATCHET BUT NOT A SINGLE BLADE TOUCHED HIM AND YET EXHAUSTED BY HIS RECENT BATTLE WITH THE WOLF HE LOST GROUND IMPERCEPTIBLY AND SOON FOUND HIMSELF DRIVEN CLOSE AGAINST THE DOOR OPENING UPON THE ABYSS
phonemes: ɐ mɚɹ ˈaɪæd spˈɑːɹks flˈæʃt fɹʌmðə pˈɔɪnt ʌv hɪz ɐsˈeɪlənts sˈɔːɹdz æz ðeɪ klˈæʃt ɐɡˈɛnst ðɪ ˈɛdʒ ʌvðə hˈætʃɪt ; bˌʌt nˌɑːɾə sˈɪŋɡəl blˈeɪd tˈʌtʃt hˌɪm. ænd jˈɛt, ɛɡzˈɔːstᵻd baɪ hɪz ɹˈiːsənt bˈæɾəl wɪððə wˈʊlf, hiː lˈɔst ɡɹˈaʊnd ɪmpɚsˈɛp tˈɪbli, ænd sˈuːn fˈaʊnd hɪmsˈɛlf dɹˈɪvən klˈoʊs ɐɡˈɛnst ðə dˈɔːɹ ˈoʊpənɪŋ əpˌɑːn ðɪ ɐbˈɪs.