"No!"
Ezra was horrified by the scene in front of him.
With Alvarach's nails sticking out his back, the Emperor looked like a chicken pierced with a fork.
"Blergh!"
Puking blood, light seemed to illuminate the Emperor. His once glorious armour now in tatters, covered in grime, sweat and dirt, as was his skin.
He'd gained more injuries in this battle than every other he'd ever fought. His golden hair had its shine suppressed with blood as it lay there dishevelled.
The Emperor had never looked so pitiful, and Ezra watched with rapt attention as his movements loosened to a halt and Shredder fell out of his hands.
Alvarach watched with an expression of disappointment. "What a waste," he said. "You should have accepted my offer when I offered you the chance"
The Emperor gave no reply, looking with a lost gaze as the majestic sparks of lightning began dying out.
With no response given, Alvarach turned his attention to Ezra.
