Everything was in enveloped in an all encompassing blackness. Screams permeated the opaqueness as down became up, then down again abruptly. Feeling nauseous by the motion Chrys retched out the contents of stomach. Which was followed quickly by a string of curses from the mighty Bey.

That is when gravity made up its fickle mind and thrusted the world in an entirely different direction. The sensation of falling sideways was peculiar, but Chrys had little time to ponder his predicament. His body slammed catastrophically into something unyielding. A intense pain erupted through his entire carapace and something extremely sharp sliced off one of his antennae.

From absolute darkness, in a flash a second searing white light erupted slicing into Chrys' mind like a hot knife. Now blinded by these opposite extremes he gradually became aware of his circumstances. Liquid was running down his face copiously.The blade he wielded impacted something and wrenched it from his grasp dislocating his shoulder in the process. There was a cry of anguish, did it escape his own lips? Chrys' vision finally adjusted.

Lying on the deck within a spreading pool of crimson blood. The Great man, {Bey Khrawvaagus Defender of the Western Realm, Holder of the Crimson Shield, Upholder of the Righteous Order, Champion of a the Grim Divine, Prophet of Warm Winds, Vanquisher of the...}lay pinned to the deck Chrys' sword still making a musical twang as it reverberated inside his chest.

With eyes that registered his grim fate, Bey Gus looked at his vanquisher with a profound sad resignation. Turning his head to cough up gouts of blood with his last breath drawn. "Fucking Peacock, always more luck than brains."

As he laid on the deck, his body wrecked probably beyond repair. Chrys heard the familiar footfalls of wet squishy amphibious feet. He felt the gentle caress of a poisonous spiked tail on his decimated face. He winced, flashed that boyish smile, "Qi Qi you lost the bet"

That was met with aloud croaking laugh, "the idiot will live"