While everyone was distracted, Styrke took the opportunity to attempt to destroy the machine he summoned Skullbreaker and swung down on the machine from behind. The machine suddenly broke down, and fell apart combusting slightly. The Xir'algath stood back, shocked. They then began roaring and shrieking in rage.
Phenex glared with immense hatred.
"No, no!" he shouted angrily, stamping his feet.
"You shall not get away with this!" he sneered, as he pulled the reactor core out of the machine and clenched it in his hands.
He then chucked the core at everyone, as it was set to explode .
As Jonathan watched the reactor core sail towards him and the others in slow motion, a bunch of thoughts raced through his head.
Was this really how they were all going to die? Was this the end? And Jonathan could have done something about it.
Jonathan remembered all of the things he never intervened in, all of the problems he could have solved had he not been such a coward.
Rage, regret and adrenaline then filledJonathan's entire body.
No. This wasn't how it would end. If Jonathan was going to die, he would make it a worthwhile death.
With that, Jonathan stepped out nd suddenly ran in front of his friends. He jumped in front of them, and caught the reactor in his right hand.
And then there was a bright flash of light, followed by a loud boom.
Jonathan's vision then faded to black.
After lying unconscious for what seemed like days despite it only being a few seconds, Jonathan's dark blurry vision slowly began clearing. His ears were ringing, and there was mumbled shouting in the background.
As Jonathan's vision adjusted, there was thick black smoke, sparks and rubble everywhere. Crumbled buildings, burning grass. Jonathan slowly lifted his head to look at his body, and that was when the pain immediately set in. Jonathan's head fell right back down, as his mouth gaped open in a silent scream of agony. Oh God, did it hurt! Jonathan felt pain in every part of his body; Shattered bones, muscles shredded apart by shrapnel, burnt flesh, he felt everything all over and without mercy.
Mustering all the strength, Jonathan turned his head and fought back against the overwhelming pain, to check his right arm.
But nothing was there.
It took a few seconds for Jonathan to realize what had happened. With growing horror, he stared down at the charred, bloody stump that had once been his right arm, cut just below the spot where his elbow should have been.
Jonathan gripped the bloody stump tightly, nearly fainting from hysterics.
"Jonathan? Jonathan?!" Dr. Zed faintly called outvas he searched for Jonathan in the smoking rubble.
And then that's when everyone would find him.