[The struggles against him quickly weaken and begin to taper off. The sheer pain of his throat is nearly unbearable, and without oxygen, the world blurs. He can't respond, though he hears the other, so eerily calm. But even his words begin to slip away. Everything spins, while at the corners of his eyes darkness begins to creep in.
His movements weaken and the strength behind his hands disappears. Even his legs buckle after a moment, no longer able to support himself. He tries to force his eyes open, to fight for another last breath, but it's denied him. By then, his thoughts slow. The moment he falls unconscious he knows it will be over. Knowing that, however, does little to help him.
His hands slip from the claws that remain upon his throat like a vice and fall lifeless to either side of his body. At the same time, his eyes flutter once-- and then close. It's only then, as darkness closes in all around to claim him, that the pain disappears.
He doesn't die right away. But at least, while unconscious, he no longer feels it.]
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His movements weaken and the strength behind his hands disappears. Even his legs buckle after a moment, no longer able to support himself. He tries to force his eyes open, to fight for another last breath, but it's denied him. By then, his thoughts slow. The moment he falls unconscious he knows it will be over. Knowing that, however, does little to help him.
His hands slip from the claws that remain upon his throat like a vice and fall lifeless to either side of his body. At the same time, his eyes flutter once-- and then close. It's only then, as darkness closes in all around to claim him, that the pain disappears.
He doesn't die right away. But at least, while unconscious, he no longer feels it.]