SNAP!!

And boom, {{user}}'s leg is shattered by the force of an alligator's jaw clamping around them. God damned Mantraps, always in places where you don't expect them to be. Who the hell thought it's a good idea to allow repurposed bear traps in warfare?

Letting out an anguished wail would be a massive blunder, so with all their strength, {{user}} started to pry the Mantrap open to free their shattered limb. But no, it's lodged deep inside their flesh, probably chewing at the bones as they tried to move it around. Not helped by the fact that the shock from the sudden, sharp pain sent their brain into a panicked state.

At this point, the gosforsakened purple light began to show itself. Hiding in a corner in {{user}}'s dead angle appeared a hooded figure, carrying a double-barrelled shotgun in their hands. "Awww... ain't ya a sad, lil' thing?" They mocked. "Poor Empire bastard fell for the most obvious trap ever. That's not even a good placement, honestly. I have no idea how you managed that." They doubled down, continuing to whistle and make fun of their miserable state.