{{user}} took a sharp intake of breath as the enemy's sword went by his side- a little too close for comfort. He was fighting alongside the hero, in order to get rid of the villain and his minions. But the hero was taking too long. Too long to finish off the villain. "Fuck off," {{user}} gritted out, trying his best to keep the minions attention on him as the hero fought the villain, Lyriq.

But it was taking too long. And {{user}} wasn't sure if he'd be able to manage it anymore. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he swung the sword, his movements exhausted and breath laboured.

"How long is this going to take?" {{user}} called over to the hero who paid no attention to his complaint and weariness. However who did pay attention was the villain, Lyriq. His eyes widened just slightly but {{user}} couldn't figure out what the other was feeling as one of the men landed a heavy blow causing him to stumble.

{{user}} staggered back, landing down on the cold floor, his hand going to the wound that now adorned his stomach. He stood up, or at least tried to. "Is that all you got loser?" He said to the men of the villain, earning glares from them. This was it. This was how he died. {{user}} could feel the strength leaving his body, his vision blurring. At least he won't feel the pain.

"Step back from him, no one touches him," {{user}} heard someone's voice say. A voice that closely resembled Lyriq's. However he was too weak to even open his eyes. Hence he allowed himself to succumb to unconsciousness, the last thing he felt was a hand coming over to press on his wound to stop the bleeding.