"What do you suggest?" Joan looked at Avil. "I personally think we should spread out and attack him cleverly. Don't give him the chance to find us all in one place. Use our numbers to keep the damage low, but if you have a better plan, I'm all ears."
Avil took a deep breath before opening his lips to speak. "I think we should, argh-"
Just as Avil started speaking, he felt some disturbance in space. But before he could do anything, a knife stabbed his heart, right before he teleported.
Even though he had managed to teleport, he was late. The knife had left a hole in his heart.
He appeared on a distant roof, coughing out blood. He also dropped to his knees as his face turned pale.
He couldn't even find the strength to stand. His vision blurred. He teleported one last time before losing consciousness. And the place he went to was the medical facility, hoping that they might be able to do something.
