Marshallo's crawling made him look like a hungry zombie that had his legs blasted, still trying to eat the brains of the living beings around him or feast on a nearby corpse, mindlessly crawling forward driven by an instinct for either survival or to sate his hunger of something.
He was still conscious, but at the same time, he wasn't himself as well, his body had been weakened too much by the consecutive deaths, and his god couldn't keep reviving him at a normal level of power.
It was to such a level that Felix didn't know what to say anymore... he was just stunned by his resolve for fighting.
Did he really love fighting that much? Or was there something behind his motives to fight?
Felix sighed as his trembling arms tried to prop him up from the arena floor. However, no matter how much he tried to get up, it was all futile. He was fully out of juice on both bodily-wise and hex energy-wise.
