[center][h2][color=#b3ccff]Esben Mathiassen[/color][/h2][/center]
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A pained cry and an obvious spray of blood that he could just barely see through the hole he was firing into. That was good, he'd made contact, whether with rounds bouncing around inside or hitting Reisa directly. Not to mention whatever internal damage to the Ruby Weapon itself he'd caused—every little bit would help in putting the thing down for good. He pulled back, about to try and swap to the other pistol he'd pulled off one of the corpses on the flagship's bridge, when he had all the air in his lungs knocked out as heavy metal claws slammed into him, wrapping around his chest and pulling him away.

He could see Reisa inside for just a moment, glaring hatefully at him. Despite the seriousness of the situation, despite the fatigue of the last nearly-three weeks in Drana Asnaeu, he had appearances to maintain with the Valheimer commander, after the last time they'd seen each other. He winked at her as he was swept out of view.

He was still conscious for the moment he was slammed down into the golden platform, whatever breath he'd managed to gain back getting knocked out again with a strangled grunt. [i]Something[/i] was broken, but he couldn't tell what as he saw the claws raise above him again, before he had to give in to the pain shooting up every nerve, vision blurring away before his head fell to the side and he closed his eyes. Hopefully the others could manage without him, but now with the pounding in his head from the impact, he couldn't even tell if any of them yelled anything out at his impending doom.

At least he'd gotten a good strike in on Reisa before the end.

Only, everything continued to hurt.

[sub][color=#b3ccff]"Heh. Guess I'm not dead after all..."[/color][/sub]

He exhaled a sigh of relief and slipped away into unconsciousness.