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Orsus knocked his target to the side with a body rush, as it seemed unresponsive to his attack. However, he was not able to finish his pummeling of it because his body couldn't keep him up as he stumbled and fell over to a knee and hand. Breathing heavily now, he gritted his teeth as he slowly pushed himself back onto his feet, using his rage to fuel him and keep him going. He then heard more voices in the direction he had thrown his sword, and he turned his head to look at what it was. Another figure stood nearby, pointing at him and making some loud, annoying, screeching of a sound. The two-sword wielder stood near the screeching figure and looked to have taken a hard hit from Orsus' own sword.
With another roar of anger, Orsus began to charge forwards towards them; his movement was stopped though when another bolt of lighting slammed into him. His body seized up from the bolt and not even his own willpower could keep his body from finally collapsing. He slammed into the dirt with a heavy thud, his momentum causing him to skid for a moment before he finally came to a stop in the mud. He continued to snort and growl like an animal, trying desperately to push himself back onto his feet; he shakily planted one hand into the mud and began pushing himself up, his body quivering the whole time as it tried to support the heavy weight of the armored titan. His body was in immense pain at this point, his muscles were fatigued and sore beyond levels that would normally be tolerable, but still he tried. He couldn't stop, he had to kill these beings, he needed to rip them apart limb by limb.
He mustered one more roar of anger, finally getting his second arm under him to try and support his weight. He saw the screechy figure shout something towards him, and it was finally then that his body completely gave out on him. His arms just went limp as he fell straight into the mud once more, lying there as the rain continued to sizzle off his armor. He lied there, breathing heavily and it loud gasps of air, his vision slowly fading away. the last thing he managed was to clench his hand into a fist, the mud oozing between his fingers as they dug through it to form that fist. With that, his world finally went black as Orsus' body quit on him, leaving the Titan of Rage out cold on the muddy ground.