Die? Since this bloody incursion started even before he became as renowned as he has become, death has been knocking on his door and following him every which way. In all those times Cole has never laid down and let people walk over him or let death have its way and embrace him for all eternity.
Death was rapidly becoming an old companion of Cole, and he was not scared of it. He was pseudo Christian, those who live by the sword had to die by it. What goes around come around, but not today, not today.
"Arghhhhhhhhh!"
At the moment there wasn't much Cole could 5o fight back, he was poisoned and injured, no to mention the poison was running roughshod through his body. This dance between him and Azrael had probably hit the climax, he wasn't sure. But he did not want to lose.
