Brun was still conscious when he landed on his back. His head was spinning. He could feel the warmth running over him as blood poured from his gut. The demon taunted him even as she took her last steps over towards him, ready to deliver the coup de grace, "Despair, young Eldar. Your life is over, and your suffering has just begun."
As Brun surveyed his own blood coating his hands, he knew she was right... but he could not afford to fail, anything.