Douglas sat on the cold hard floor dyed red from his and the blood of those who had been fighting here over the past several weeks. His two arms were broken and limply hanging at his sides while his two legs had been pulverised by the fists of the leading rindar who at this very moment was licking his lips and drooling onto Douglas's face, inspiring an instinctual fear within him.
He could hear the sounds of fierce battle behind him as well as the desperate shouts of Ryuu, Bastion and the majors of the frost wolf battalion as they tried to reach his side, but he knew deep in his heart that they wouldn't make it. This rindar wouldn't allow such a thing but he would certainly leave them a glimmer of hope before viciously quashing it. A sadistic creature that got off on misery and pain.
Douglas glared fiercely toward his attacker refusing to show him even the slightest bit of fear.
