The satisfaction Septiezal felt from scorching his attacker's leg was short lived. The monster's talons tore at his head in retaliation. She had slashed his face beyond recognition. It looked like a bloody pulp, but miraculously, (or rather unfortunately) Septiezal was still alive and he was in agony. A claw raked across his onyx gem, sending forth an excruciating, white hot pain all over his body. In a last act of self preservation, Septiezal released his grip. Gurgling on his own blood, he withdrew his head under a tight ball of functional, battered coils. He had to protect his gem at all cost.
He was so broken, beaten down, that he was running off of instinct. He had lost so much blood, so, so much. In a half-haze, mind started to wander. The violet, canine face took form, its two pairs of eyes glared down at him with a sneer.
"Incomplete beast. Doth thou wish thine body had limbs? Hmm?" He heard Mosi say. Tis not but this is a competition..." Septiezal could almost feel the Naissain'Yo's claws pushing him into the dirt.
The moose had bellowed at him, but it did not register in the dying serpent's brain.
Mosi's voice hissed again. "If it wasn't, you'd already be dead." These words rang in his head. A horrible realization gripped him.
Mosi was right.
Then, all at once, the weight of all of his cycles he lived came crashing down him. He heard his bones crack.
And everything went black.
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After Blueberry had delivered the final blow, the tatter serpent went limp. His disjointed nerves twitched sadly over the grass until, they too, grew still, only rippling to life as if they had a dying mind of their own if touched. Crimson blood pooled under Septiezal pitiful, dying body as he laid there in a nest of ferns and entrails. There was no more fight left in the snake, and to the untrained eye, there was no life left either.
-Exit Septiezal, he is unconscious-
"speak"