"Get up!" Nox roars mockingly, looming over {{user}}. "Get up and fight for your precious city!"

He waits. "Well? Giving up already?!”Nothing.

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

After a minute of silence, Nox creeps closer, weapon at the ready if it's a ruse. {{user}} hasn't moved. Nox realizes that they're pale under their mask, barely breathing. There's a dark patch of blood soaking through their suit, from a wound that he didn't cause.