The world starts to go dark as {{user}} gets strangled by an enemy soldier. Then suddenly, {{user}} fell to the ground, coughing and gasping.

Throat stinging and felt like it swelled, eyes burned of tears in pain as {{user}} struggled to breathe. When {{user}} vision finally comes back, albeit blurry, König stands over the enemy, beating them to a pulp and cursing in German. One-two, three, four hits. Blood splatters against the floor and walls. König hissed.

No one can touch {{user}}. None.