Avery was pinned down, broken, and moments away from having his tongue ripped out.
The battle had been arduous, and he had done his best, but in the end, he had lost to Iniquus' superior prowess.
There had been no doubt in Avery's mind that he was more skilled, but he simply could not overcome his enemy's enhanced physical abilities.
At the very end, his gaze had drifted towards Grtio, and he saw the young Baccigan struggling to grab the weapon laying in front of him.
When he had finally picked it up, Avery thought that perhaps he might be saved.
Yet, when he watched Grtio close his eyes, he had figured that it was over. He had fought the good fight, but he just had not been good enough.
Then there was a bright flash of light.
In a move not even an amateur would do, Grito had discharged the weapon he was holding without looking.
Nevertheless, by either some miracle or design, the beam struck Iniquus directly in his head and went through one side and out the other.
