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His luck had run out. Crowell was far larger and far stronger than his wiry frame, and the battle of blows was one he was destined to lose.

But then the ground began to shift, and the pair tilted dizzingly downward, lurching toward the sea.

Hex went first, body beginning the sickening fall down, down, toward his almost-certain death.

But he would not die in vain. All he could do was try to bring his rival down with him, and so his flailing arms grappled toward the dark pelt, trying to tangle their limbs together and send them

down, down, down

He went numb with fear; he felt and thought nothing as he plunged into the water, his body at the mercy of the waves and the rocks they pummeled.

up to you whether Crowell also falls or not!