Bereft of my technology... mystic armor damaged... offensive and defensive capabilities minimal. Enemy forces... substantial. It matters not. Even cornered, to my last breath I remain who and what I am. I will not hide, nor tremble, nor beg. Let them come and reckon with fury that is DOOM defiant. Here I stand, hell-horde! Unbowed! But understand: If it is my destiny that I should perish this day, I shall not go down easily... and I shall NOT go down ALONE.
RIP its SKIN. Wear it for HIDE. Its EYES for me. Tear its FLESH from its BONES.
Yes, come, and let us make an end of it —
J. Michael Straczynski