[The man pays for his blind focus when Tiamat comes out of nowhere to stab him in the side with his own weapon. There's a howling bellow as he writhes, trying to yank himself off the offending blade by sheer momentum -- but that gives Sabo his opening and now the man is just a fish on his own hook, wriggling, wriggling like a particularly noisome worm.

There's a wet KSSSSHHHTTHUNK as between the rain and the force of the weapon right down the middle of the enemy's fairly wide face, his forehead splits under it, his nose crushed, and blood gushes out in impressive fanfare.

Everyone is getting bled on! Everyone is getting rained on! It's almost like we're back in Week 1 on the living side again.

Slowly, slowly, the man's struggles stop. He's not going anywhere, and won't ever again.

??? is dead.]