The arrow embedded itself in Tobias' chest, and indeed he didn't register that he was quite dead yet. As blood began to saturate his vest, he still advanced, throwing punch after punch that were either slow and easy to dodge, or very weak. After a while, Tobias stopped, and grinned, and sighed.

"Well, you can't say I didn't go down fighting," he remarked, before falling to his knees, and looked up at his assassin with calm defeat until the light left his eyes for good, wherupon he crumpled to the floor, lifeless.