Death's Door
A blur registered in his constricted pupils. A flash of dark light followed, engulfing his vision in a lusterless world.
His chest tightened, breathing becoming difficult as death cleaved the air to reap his life.
'NO! I won't die from Baal's insidious schemes. I won't give him this satisfaction!'
Defiant thoughts rumbled in his mind as his demonic energy flared in his blood. His muscles swelled under his chitinous armor, stiffening to become as hard as quenched steel.
A sensation of power burst through him in the second separating him from life and death as his gauntleted hand moved to endure the strike.
CLANK
The sound of metal colliding with metal reverberated through the air, a grating noise that reached far into the waking territory.
Sparks flew before his narrowing eyes, casting shadows on his distorted face.
He gritted his teeth to stifle an agonising scream as his bones shattered upon impact.