Karon took another blow from the Charger, which emptied his lungs from any air they still had, and ripped a piece of armor apart, wounding him. Karon tried to stay upright, but the blow had too much force, and he collapsed violently against a wall. The Charger roared and ran towards him, readying the final blow. Karon held his Grakata with one hand and pulled the trigger,emptying the magazine, and blowing one of the Charger's arms off. The creature screeched and collapsed near him. For some moments, both stared at each other, burning hate in the Grineer's eyes, and a strange peace on the Charger's many eyes. The Charger tried to get up, but collapsed again. Then it became still. The technocyte virus started consuming its body.
Karon's vision started blurring, and his grip on the Grakata weakened. He heard some noise to his left, where a hallway was. Voices. He turned his head to look at the hallway. A squad of Grineer, his brothers, appeared. He mustered what was left of his strength, and called for his brothers. The group suddenly stopped, and turned their heads to him. A Ballista approached him.
"Wounds?", she asked. Karon looked to his torso. He hadn't realized the Charger had pierced his armor, wounding him deeply. That meant his fate was sealed. Karon didn't answer.
The Ballista looked at him more closely, and saw the huge gash in Karon's torso. She held her Vulkar to his head. A loud bang. And Karon's world went black.