Saturos had succeeded, and failed, all at once.
The battle had weathered at every iota of his strength, and he felt as it pulled him down. As he fell.
Failing, falling...in his case, they were greatly intertwined. What a coincidence... He thought, as he fell from the site of his failure. They even sound similar.
Slowly, darkness began to envelop him. He felt a vague twinge of fear at the thought that he might die here.
"Flames, Menardi." He struggled to speak. "I truly failed."