What was that thing! His brain was struggling to process just what on earth had attacked him, what had decided that he was some sort of prey that was fit for consumption. Tree branches and foliage ripped across his face and legs as he barreled through the forest, not trying to look back at the thing he was hoping was not giving chase to finish him. Flesh was torn and ripped from his flank, leaving a big gaping wound that hurt more than anything that he had experienced. He had watched that monster chew on him, swallow his flesh down his throat and he had aimed to take more off of him. It was by some sheer dumb luck that he had managed to get away from him. His heart was hammering in his chest and he burst from the forest, a scream of agony stuck in his throat. Claw marks dragged at his throat, damaged vocal cords struggling to work. The gladiator tried to scream for help but nothing else would leave his throat save for odd gurgling and as he stepped onto the beach, running along the shoreline, it was like a sudden wave of pain encapsulated his whole body. His legs gave out. He crashed in to the fine sand sending it spraying up into the air. A gasp left his muzzle, tears falling along the side of his muzzle as he laid there.

He couldn't move, he felt as if his body was weighed down, sluggish. Too tired. His heart he could still hear it pounding in his ears. Sorbet blinked slowly trying to calm himself but the intense pain that was spreading like wildfire boggled his head, made things swim and darkness gathered at the corners of his eyes. Would someone find him like this, or would it be just too late. The idea was terrifying and a thought passed by that he had been poisoned with something. It was eating away at his system. Slowly the tide began to push up, salt water encircling his body. Fear struck him harder than it had before, the ocean. Sorbet closed his eyes and tried to think of something else, maybe they wouldn't feel it. But his blood was tinting the water, turning it an odd green hue as it swirled and pushed in and out with the waves. It was then that he began to get tired, the pain becoming a numbing sensation. His mind floating and things sounding so far away. 'is this it...? i've never died before...i don't want to. i'm scared....please someone...'

He just wanted someone to find him before his consciousness passed into the void. Water began to bubble around him, the smell of strong salt wafting through the air and a chill began to slowly creep up along his limbs and along his back. It was a chill he was familiar with and slowly he forced his head to turn to see them. The witches of The Brine. There was nothing he could do to stop them, their translucent crab like appendages snapping, serrated teeth grinning in their victory. They had found him so quickly. He tried to stay out of the water, he hated the ocean. One of them reached forth and grabbed his mangled body though had problems with his weight and began to drag him deeper into the waves. They would have their due, this was their punishment for a deed done so long ago. The hybrid had no strength left, the venom working through his body and surely putting an end to his escape he had tried so hard to keep going. One last thing...one last struggle. A tittering on the edge as his head peeked above the waves for a short moment, rasping voice. [b]''....M...Mom....Rhine.....Qua...''[b] Then his head slipped beneath, leaving a small ripple and nothing but silence and green blood that stained the sands, the ocean trying to sweep that away as the tide lowered.