Whip looked up at the now clouding sky through his remaining eye. The pain was close to unbearable as he was pulled out from underneath Berserker, he stifled a yelp and gritted his bloodied teeth. Even if he had gotten medical attention there and then the arm couldn't be saved. The smell of copper filled his nostrils as his blood pooled, he was strangely serene, the adrenaline masked his pain and he barely managed to grin as Shadowbird spoke.
[color=6ecff6]"I'm done, Shadow."[/color] He growled, his lungs struggling to process air. [color=6ecff6]"We had a good run. Never thought it'd end like this."[/color] A morose cough of a laugh left his mouth as he reflected on his time as a hero. [color=6ecff6]"I've got one request. I live with my uncle on 21st Chamberlain street, if I don't survive this, tell him who I was."[/color] His head fell to look at his partner, who was looking away from his gored face. [color=6ecff6]"S'pose I'm not so pretty anymore huh?"[/color] A joke on his death bed, it was almost expected of Whiplash.