[Louis expects to have his head ripped off and die instantly. Or perhaps to have his ribcage torn from him and suffer a long, painful death. Distantly, he hears steps and then the claws are gone. Blood follows where taloned fingers once were and someone is pulling him upright.
He hears the voice and he attempts to open his eyes. He even tries to speak, but blood spills from his mouth, splattering onto the stone floor.]
Le-stat. [Louis words are stilted as he tries to stand but fails.] There... more.
[Because Louis has no doubt there will be more coming to kill him.]
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He hears the voice and he attempts to open his eyes. He even tries to speak, but blood spills from his mouth, splattering onto the stone floor.]
Le-stat. [Louis words are stilted as he tries to stand but fails.] There... more.
[Because Louis has no doubt there will be more coming to kill him.]