By the time he saw them, he knew it was too late. Even if Schuldig had heard his last ditch efforts to save himself, even if someone heard the sounds of the monster and went to investigate, it would be too late. If he were able, he might have even cracked a smile at the situation. The leader of Arts and Crafts, one of the more competent fighters in the institute, killed by some of the weakest creatures at landel's.

Sorry, Momo, he thought to himself. Looks like I have to break my promise.

And then they tore into him. The paralysis at least saved him some dignity by not allowing him to scream. He tried to think of something else, anything else to pass on to Schuldig in case he were tuning in, but all he could focus on was the pain.

And then there was nothing.