[b][i]CRACK[/i][/b] There goes another rib. The battle, or completely one-sided beatdown, as it was, had moved from the streets to inside another warehouse. Reaper had completely expended his ammo and was simply trying to stay alive at this point, but he was too badly injured to make an escape. One of his eyes had swollen shut, his left shoulder was dislocated and he had no feeling at all in that arm, it just hung uselessly at his side, several ribs were cracked, if not broken entirely. He could barely breathe.

[i]'This might be the end, but I'll go out fighting'[/i] he thought as he went to his last resort, a combat knife he kept tucked into his boot. Sharp pain shot through him as he leaned to grab it. The giant was still coming.

"Had enough little man?" He spoke with a thick Polish accent.

"So he speaks" Reaper managed to gasp out as he arced the blade upward. It glanced off the man's cheek, as expected, however he managed to catch a glimpse of a thin line of blood, a tiny bit of the knife had gotten through.

"Lucky shot" The man said as he close the distance, Reaper swung again, aiming for the man's eyes, but he missed the mark, the blade collided with the side of the giant's head and broke off, leaving him with a handle and the flat-edged stump of the blade. Another punch sent him sprawling to the floor. This was it, he had nothing left. He stayed down and waited for the end.

[i]'Sarah, Emily... I'm coming home'[/i]