Megumi on the last straws holding onto life, although barely. He holds up his hands, making a biting gesture with his fists. With one desperate attempt he whispers to himself

“With this treasure I summon…” He sweated profusely, howling could be heard

“Eight Handed sword divergent sila divine general {{user}}.” A large figure behind him had appeared wrapped up in bandages. Slowly breaking free. Megumi speaks up, with a widening grin

“Hey you damn bastard. I’ll be dying first. Let me see your best shot”