Illtraen's blue blood stained the ground around him, the sword had been torn free of his wound by other falling debris.  He cried out in pain as he stood up, the torn bench snapped in half, and began breaking apart at the molecular level.<br/>"Gyraahhhhhhhhh!?"  He focused all of his remaining energy and the air around him shook as the air molecules were torn apart.  And every single item above him froze for a few moments.  The onslaught of junk temporarily halted.  Then everything began coming apart by the molecular bonds.  The rain of junk stopped, and instead heavy layers of dust accumulated on the ground like a hail of thick dust.  Illtraen groaned and wavered a bit.  His nose started bleeding as well.  "Oh... to much..."   Illtraen keeled over the side, and quickly particles began covering him up as they fell to earth.