He should have known better than to get so close, to think it might have been over. It was probably the biggest mistake Junior had made all night. He realized the danger as Albedo got back up and jumped away from him, that aura coming back just as strong as before. It wasn't anything foreign to him, and he usually thrived on that sort of danger; right now, though, he wasn't up to 'usually'. He didn't feel like tempting fate or Albedo's madness. The redhead started to move out of the way, trying to dodge that one last attack; an attack that was, again, something he was all too familiar with.

But he'd already lost so much blood and energy that his body was beyond reacting the way he wanted it to. It was sluggish, barely moving at all as the attack headed right for him. Not good...

The haze of energy tore into him with explosive power, cracking several ribs and barely missing a lung as it went through. Another scream was ripped from his throat, voice already sounding hoarse and ragged from the cries it had given earlier; this one just added another to the tally. There was no time to argue, shoot off a cocky remark, and certainly no time for a retaliatory bullet. He was completely spent. His body slipped backwards to hit the tile, parts of his body drenched in blood. Junior coughed, practically heaved, to regain the breath he'd just used up. Soon enough, the coughing slowed, but with it slipped the redhead's consciousness, leaving his body poised on the edge of life and the oblivion denied to his twin.

Albedo was right, the fight was over.