Darron knew very well that he was in trouble. Very
well. With his body already shuddering from the multiple wounds he was sustaining, the feeling of dread weighing his gut wasn't reassurring, nor the slow blurring of his vision. He coughed, spilling more of his own lifeblood on the pavement. That instinct, that ominous, forboding feeling from before... he knew it as fact now. He wouldn't be making it through the day. The solarbeam he'd shot hit all right, but the armored mantis barely acknowledged it. Really, all it did was grab the thing's attention.
The scizor had already been moving too quickly for even healthy eyes, but against the serperior's dying vision, the red foe was a ghost. One moment in front of Darron, he next directly beside him, Darron had only a moment to react as the hungry claws struck out again, slicing the grass snake's vulnerable side. Not only did skin separate, but bones split and organs ruptured. The cry of pain Darron sounded was a strange sound-- a strangled yelp no other being had managed to get out of him. He was flung away, more precious blood pumping out of him by an erratic heartbeat. As he landed, the new wound allowed some organs to spill out, part of his intestines and liver exposed to the world, pooled in an ocean of blood. The rest of him was limp, too exhausted and pained to do anything else.
What scared him was not the fact that he would bleed out in a matter of minutes, nor that he could see his own digestive system. Not even that his reaper was coming closer and closer to finish the job. No... the fact that scared him the most was that he was so calm. With Death so near, His cold hands gripped tight on his soul, he could not panic. Nearly resolved, resigned to his fate, he had little energy and will to fight it. Beaten, dying, it was all Darron could do but merely accept his last few moments.
Red, glazed eyes already bereft of light shifted from the scizor to what he could only guess was Nally. Swallowing, a thought rose from the depths, urging him on. He might have been resigned to his very imminent death, but there were others that needed help. Not moments ago had he vowed to try and do what he could, to try and inflict as much damage he could before the others would be on their own. I... I have to... try....
A cold vice gripped him, the scizor's pinsirs grabbing him and lifting him up. He limply obeyed, gathering his strength for one last attack. His eyes met the clouded, glazed eyes of his opponent, which bore mercilessly into his own. At least there was some compensation in this death-- at least he wouldn't become one of them
. Before the scizor could decide what it wanted to do with Darron's body, the serperior opened his mouth and unleashed a Solarbeam, a last-ditch attack to fulfill his silent vow. It hit all right, punching through those same clouded eyes that had just been staring at him. The mantis' scream pierced even Darron's fogged mind, and before he knew it, he was dropped back onto the ground with a wet slap
, his blood a small pond in the grass.
((Phoe, I'll let you decide whether the scizor died with that attack. :3 Darron's still alive, but only just.))