[Rosenkreuz growled as the monsters he was attacking were clawed from his dragon's grasp - so, he didn't make it in time. Then it would truly be a test - his dragon against the God. He can't even remotely hide his awe when appears to shine in the sky, but he sees that his dragon is valiantly fighting on. He raises his sword then, up toward her, letting out a battle cry to goad her on. Fight... so they can kill Malik!
He can't see what's going on in the flash of light, so he just stands there, covering his eyes and continuing to will the dragon forward. But then... he sees it fall a great distance, to crumple on the ground. And not even the light of the Perfect Rule Eye to dissolve it peacefully... it's simply a corpse.]
It cannot be...
[it's almost a whisper. Suddenly his eyes shoot up to Ra, and his teeth grind in a mix of anger and terror. His eyes dilate in the light and sweat rolls down the side of his face - all of his dragons are gone, and he is completely exposed. A sitting duck. He's never been more powerless in his life. A slow unhinged laugh creeps out as he begins to hyperventilate, utterly frozen in place. He can't even believe his eyes.
Malik gives the order. He's going to die - is everyone else going to go with him? No ... he can't let that happen. It would dishonor his name, the one thing he strove so hard for. But he's failed again. For the last time, it seems...
Very well, then. He raises his arms out to take as much of the attack as he can. But when the magma flies toward him, it's so bright that he can't bring himself to look at it. He screams in agony as it sears right through his armor; a bloodcurdling, endless roar. At least when it burns his flesh soon after, he's in too much pain to stay conscious. The light disappears from his eyes and he finally falls to the ground - his face, flame licked, his chest a black-and-red mess of gore. It's a wonder his limbs even stayed on.]
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He can't see what's going on in the flash of light, so he just stands there, covering his eyes and continuing to will the dragon forward. But then... he sees it fall a great distance, to crumple on the ground. And not even the light of the Perfect Rule Eye to dissolve it peacefully... it's simply a corpse.]
It cannot be...
[it's almost a whisper. Suddenly his eyes shoot up to Ra, and his teeth grind in a mix of anger and terror. His eyes dilate in the light and sweat rolls down the side of his face - all of his dragons are gone, and he is completely exposed. A sitting duck. He's never been more powerless in his life. A slow unhinged laugh creeps out as he begins to hyperventilate, utterly frozen in place. He can't even believe his eyes.
Malik gives the order. He's going to die - is everyone else going to go with him? No ... he can't let that happen. It would dishonor his name, the one thing he strove so hard for. But he's failed again. For the last time, it seems...
Very well, then. He raises his arms out to take as much of the attack as he can. But when the magma flies toward him, it's so bright that he can't bring himself to look at it. He screams in agony as it sears right through his armor; a bloodcurdling, endless roar. At least when it burns his flesh soon after, he's in too much pain to stay conscious. The light disappears from his eyes and he finally falls to the ground - his face, flame licked, his chest a black-and-red mess of gore. It's a wonder his limbs even stayed on.]