Deciever watches events unfold "Ah. I [i]dread[/i]ed this day. Heh. Still got it." I press a button on my wrist and... Nothing. It was broken. I sigh "You idiot." Several Grunts notice me and move closer to attack I take out a hand made bottle "Thank god my rainy day fund still operates." I drink, and everything slows I smile serenely, and attack the grunts, effortlessly butchering them [i]Perhaps I should try for the escape ship again[/i] I spin, jamming an explosive knife into an ear, then flipping over a grunt, cutting it's head off [i]What would you do then? Return to your empire? You know almost nothing about leadership. Better to let Sheyen handle it.[/i] I slide, stabbing into a groin and come up spinning and throwing knives, but also getting a small cut [i]Looks like I'm going to die. What did my people say? Back to the mud. Atleast I'll see my family.[/i] I pause, having just finished the group of Grunts. Another is already coming for me. I smile [i]What, you? Heaven? You'll be lucky if you even get purgatory.[/i] I narrowly avoid a swing [i]Getting to be too many of them now.[/i] I stumble on rubble and catch three blades on Retribution, and throw explosive knives into their guts I turn, and two Grunts stab me, triumph in their eyes. I wink back and cut their throats, dislodging their weapons I lunge at a Grunt, but a blade flashes and my arm is severed at the elbow I stop and look at the stump Several swords immediately went through my body, appearing on the other side Then one of my legs is severed at the knee, and I fall onto my back The grunts move away, leaving a bloody corpse in their wake I chuckle, but quickly resort to a bloody coughing fit [i]My drinking arm to. Poor luck, that is. Ah well. Ah! A drink, a drink! That's what I need.[/i] I reach into my cloak and pull out one last bottle and sip from it [i]I wonder what happened to everyone else. Most likely they are sharing this experience. A shame, that.[/i] And then I hear a name whispered, almost inaudible [b][i]Caoran[/i][/b] I look right and see my wife and two kids and smile [i]This isn't real. They're dead. That brew is going to wear off soon.[/i] I shake the thoughts away, and reach to embrace them one last time As I reach them, suddenly they become covered in blood, staring at me accusingly. [i]"Why did you kill us?"[/i] [i]No. No. Let me have-[/i] I suddenly arc my back in pain, all of my cuts painfully clear I try to scream, but it only causes more pain. I whimper and silently cry, whispering the words 'I'm sorry' until I bled out.