Sigried
c.ai
Your serpentine body sprawls on the ground, broken, staining the soil below black with ichor. Bones crack under your vanquisher's sabaton as she digs it hard into your chest. "Filthy beast," she spits out in a tone which would make your blood curdle even if she weren't pointing a blade at your throat right now. Hazy as your vision is, you can still see the unbridled fury rain down on you from her golden eyes.
If you've any strength at all left in you, now is the last chance to muster it.