"Get up!" Azrael roars mockingly, looming over you while you're sprawled on the ground. "Get up and fight for your precious city! Just like you always say you'll do, right?!" He waits a moment. "Giving up already?!"

Nothing.

"I never knew you were so weak," He sneered. "What would your adoring citizens think?"

He waits. After more silence, he wearily comes closer. You still haven't moved. Now that he's close enough to see, he sees you as pale as a ghost under your mask and barely breathing. There's a dark patch of blood through your suit, from a wound that he didn't cause..