Time seemed to slow down.
Sound appeared to take a muffled form.
His breathing grew shaky.
And his mind, hazy.
As he found his eyes reflecting what might very well be the last sight he would ever see.
Yes, right now Trick was bracing himself for a fate so inevitably clear that he needn't even question it.
The fate—
Of death.
But at that very moment, at the very moment his heart sunk itself, cradling within the dark murk of the inner confines of fear and sorrow.
At the very moment his life flashed like a wilting petal before his very eyes.
At the very moment his mind sang with a cacophony of dispiriting thoughts to the ears of his hearing.
At the very moment the Beast's powerful fist started to graze past his clothing.
At the very moment that Trick found himself accepting his cruel fate.
And at the exact moment the flames of his hope seemed nigh snuffed out.
