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"No...not like this...I refuse to die like this..." Alone, he walked. Through the valley, the fox walked, fighting a losing battle with the excruciating pain wracking his entire body. Blood dripped from everywhere, from his mouth, to his chest, even his fingertips. His green fingerless gloves were nearly coated in the sticky crimson liquid. His left arm hung limp at his side, most likely symbolizing that it was broken. Patches of his normally slick, black fur were matted, with deep gashes bleeding beneath them. His pants, normally bright green with blue stripes, were torn and soiled with dirt and more blood. Every step he took cost him more