Kobra had spotted Poison on the other side of the room, pinned against the wall by Koarse, and he realised that Poison had no way out of this - not without dying - unless he had his help. He ran towards him, shooting as many Dracs as he could as he got closer. Poison felt helpless, he couldn't do a thing. He saw that Kobra had spotted him, and was running over here to try and save him, but it was too late, he felt the heat in the gun underneath his gun, and heard the click of the trigger and Koarse gave him one final smile. He felt his body go limp, and collapsed to the ground, he barely had any life in him, but just enough to see Kobra's next actions. Kobra yelled, seeing his brother collapse onto the floor made his heart plunge, he shot at Koarse as much as he possibly could; if he couldn't save his brother, he could at least kill the person who killed him. Poison felt heavy, his few breaths taking too much energy and he could feel himself slipping away, the edges of his vision blurring and going dark. The last thing he saw was Kobra running towards him, shooting at Koarse, but then the shots stopped. A Drac had snuck up on the side of Kobra and shot him in the shoulder, knocking him backwards. Poson watched his body collapsed to the floor, and his final thought, before he slipped away, was; my brother is dead. And then he was gone.