"Yaga... save me... Please save me..."
Koshchey's hoarse screams fluctuated in pitch. "I am in so much... pain..."
Yaga's face turned deathly pale. In the end, she stiffly shook her head. "I can't save you, brother. You're beyond any... medicine..."
"Liar!!!"
Koshchey roared, his deformed face livid with rage, clutching at Yaga's neck, his grotesque fingers tightening like a vise, "You even want to harm me! You want to kill your only brother! You wretch! You..."
Yaga's face was ashen; she was already struggling for breath. She could only watch in despair as her brother lashed out in delirium. Quickly losing strength in her hands, she ceased to struggle. But then, she was impaled furiously onto the deck, vomiting blood profusely and gasping for air.
In the final moment, Koshchey released his grip.
"Look, my dear, see what you have done..."
He staggered backwards, his shell continuously melting into layers of mud, piling on the deck and spreading everywhere.
