Somehow, even compared to the other bodies constantly falling on the battlefield, Roaring Black Lion's was especially resounding. Maybe it was because his body was so large, maybe it was because he was their previous beacon of hope, or maybe it was because he was the first to die in such cruel fashion.
There wasn't a long drawn out battle, no final valiant words, no last gaze of defiance… There was nothing but a wave of a hand and an abrupt gurgling noise.
Then, there was the splash. They had never thought that a sound so benign could ring through their souls with such harshness.
His body slapped against the ocean waters, his blood pooling into a fog of liquid violet. But this time, the change to the waters didn't seem keen on dispersing so quickly. It continued to thicken, growing dense to the point the violet turned toward red before reaching a dense blackness that perfectly suited the call of death.
"Noisy."
