Panting from mental blood loss Craw slams one of his claws into the pooling blood trying to raise himself up. Even his mental strength is depleted though as he crumbles onto the ground.
Crawnel is facing away from Craw watching the window. He gives a hearty laugh, "HAhahahaha, how perfect. You get to watch Brome cry before he is eaten! I must say, I am a little worried that the feral will get him in one bite though, did you see it get that piloswine? I mean-" his taunts are cut short by a sharp interjection from Craw.
"SHUT. UP!" Craw slams his claw down again. "I have had enough of these ferals, I have had enough of others suffering," Darkness begins to fume off of Craw, "and I have had enough of YOU!" Darkness beams out of Craw.
Crawnel, not even looking, smiles again. "Ooooh, but my boy, I am just getting started with you."
At this Craw's mind becomes hazy and he clenches his skull in pain. Meanwhile in the real world. Craw's wounds start to clot with a black smoke-like gas. The evil starts to fume off of his body like it did in his mind. Then at once, with Brome over him, Craw's eyes bolt open.
Without standing Craw speaks in a dark tone, "Get back brome."
The darkess begins pooling around Craw and mixing with the blood that leaked out. Craw holds his claw up to the Aerodactyl and in a low tone says, "Care to play?"
With that, the inky sludge around Craw bursts up towards the Aerodactyl in a wave of poison. Craw is carried up at the front of this sludge wave, one of his claws outstretched.