Gray
She gasped as his teeth sunk into her neck, sucking the life from her. She could feel his power, his satisfaction. She was just a meal, not an adversary. Her body collided with the ground with a harsh 'thud' and her vision began to blur. Everything turning to strange shades of black and white and gray.
As the life slipped from her, she wondered if this was supposed to be her fate. Weren't prophecies meant to be broken? Or was that rules? Her mind tried to concentrate on fighting off death but everything was too muddled and too gray.