You are DAVE STRIDER and time is suddenly going very slow. You're not sure if it's something you did or if this is just one of those moments, like life-flashing-before-your-eyes moments, where everything is surreal and warped and you can't think in real time anymore because you're about to die.
The sword through your chest paralyses you with pain and shock, making it difficult to breathe. In the back of your mind you think you hear Jade scream in horror, and then she's yelling something angrier and Jack isn't on you anymore, his sword burning just as much on the way out as it did on the way in. But the damage is already done as blood gushes from the wound and you fall to your knees, struggling with consciousness. You wouldn't admit it out loud, but it hurts. You're familiar with pain from the occasional sparring injuries with Bro, but those are nothing compared to this.
Jade's arms wrap around you and help you lay onto the ground.
"Dave!"
You look up at her through blurred eyes.
"Stay awake," she instructs, "Don't... don't go."
"No worries, Harley. Give me a minute and I'll be peachy." Your voice is strained but if those will be your last words, you can live with that. Well, no you can't. But they're ironic enough to satisfy your dying wishes.
Dave: Feel the sword go through your chest. (FILL: TEAM DIRK<>ROXY)
The sword through your chest paralyses you with pain and shock, making it difficult to breathe. In the back of your mind you think you hear Jade scream in horror, and then she's yelling something angrier and Jack isn't on you anymore, his sword burning just as much on the way out as it did on the way in. But the damage is already done as blood gushes from the wound and you fall to your knees, struggling with consciousness. You wouldn't admit it out loud, but it hurts. You're familiar with pain from the occasional sparring injuries with Bro, but those are nothing compared to this.
Jade's arms wrap around you and help you lay onto the ground.
"Dave!"
You look up at her through blurred eyes.
"Stay awake," she instructs, "Don't... don't go."
"No worries, Harley. Give me a minute and I'll be peachy." Your voice is strained but if those will be your last words, you can live with that. Well, no you can't. But they're ironic enough to satisfy your dying wishes.
Your eyes close and everything goes silent.
Jade: Kiss that boy!